"Ancestral Spirits preserve it, that's our totem!"
"Haha... this is a counterattack from our totem."
"Slaughter these invaders, make them pay the price!"
In the rolling magma, totem phantoms flipped one after another. When the magma touched them, a miraculous scene unfolded; the Laiserman captives did not immediately catch fire but were freed as the ropes binding them were burned away.
For the Tukan People, however, it was quite the opposite as they were engulfed in raging flames, each letting out piercing screeches, frantically slapping the flames on their bodies. In the chaos, some lost their footing, while others couldn't bear the agony and leapt down, intending to end their lives.
Why would the same magma cause such contrasting outcomes?
The Laiserman couldn't afford to ponder this question; once they regained their freedom, instinctively, they grabbed the nearest weapon, be it stones or discarded weapons from the Tukan People, or even just their fists, and charged forward.
