We Need To Talk
As Akun slowly exited the dryad tree castle, a scene of chaos unfolded before him. The first thing that caught his eye was the alternate version of himself, holding Leandore off the ground with a powerful grip around his neck. Leandore, weakened and struggling, attempted to break free from the vice-like hold.
Surveying the aftermath of the battle, Akun's gaze shifted to the other tribe leaders, their bodies battered and bloodied. The cobblestone floor beneath him was massively shattered, bearing the scars of the fierce confrontation. Tree houses, too, lay in disarray. However, the dryads had wisely distanced themselves from the battle, ensuring their safety.