"Chieftain, what's wrong?" Kragg rushed over, panic in his voice as he caught the staggering leader.
The Lizardfolk Chieftain was gasping for breath, cold sweat pouring down his scaly forehead. It took him a long moment to recover, the searing pain in his chest slowly ebbing away.
But the terror in his heart? That wasn't going anywhere.
That overwhelming pressure just now… there was only one name that came to mind.
The Voidborn Undying.
"I… I'm fine," the Chieftain muttered, not daring to make a scene. But the way he looked at Ethan had completely changed—from casual indifference to deep, almost fearful respect.
"This gentleman… I didn't expect someone like you to visit our humble territory. I must apologize for the lack of a proper welcome. Please, allow me to offer you our finest meat as a token of respect—and an apology."
"Chieftain, what are you—" Kragg blinked in confusion, completely lost.
What the hell just happened?
