A bloodied Nuir stepped into the clearing. Yamanas shot up.
Nuir collapsed face-first to the ground.
"Look what you did!" Kavam tapped Yamanas' shoulder.
Lora smacked the back of Kavam's head.
"Maybe wait until after we've taken care of the kid?!" She glared at her husband before hurrying over to Nuir.
She flipped him onto his back and brushed the dirt, blood, and hair off his face. It was bruised and beaten. Nuir was in a bad condition. It wasn't just his face, either. His body was covered in bruises and injuries.
Everyone's expressions darkened as they saw what Nuir had gone through. They didn't need to guess who had done it to him, either. It was clear as day that it was the Lowat tribe's doing. It was retaliation for the humiliation Basla had been forced to endure at the tribal meeting and for getting the attention of all the tribes.
