Inside the residence of the Jackal Chief, the massive Jackal Beastman sat upon his crude stone throne while staring at the kneeling warrior before him with a grim and murderous expression.
The two conversed in their guttural native tongue while tension thickened inside the chamber like suffocating smoke.
Their voices rose and fell violently, echoing against the cracked walls like the growls of starving beasts preparing for war.
Suddenly, a sharp cracking sound echoed through the room.
The reporting Jackal Beastman instantly halted his speech. His bloody eyes widened with fear while his body stiffened uncontrollably.
The thick armrest of the throne had shattered into fragments beneath the crushing grip of the Jackal Chief.
Stone debris scattered across the floor while veins bulged violently beneath the thick fur covering his muscular arms.
For a brief moment, silence swallowed the chamber whole.
The atmosphere became unbearably heavy.
Breathing itself became difficult.
