An Impending Demise

Both Matayon Tribe and Atagat Tribe Warriors raised their rectangular large shields.

Beside their dead comrades which could completely protect them from the volley.

However, some of them still got hit by the spears, it flew directly at their shield, impaling their bones like nails piercing through a plank of solid wood.

One by one, all brave warriors fell.

They fell in a gruesome way, not imaginable to Argus. He watched as the same warriors he swore to protect died in front of him.

Rage erupted from his vessels, his blood could not contain the heat.

Even the Atagat Tribe Warriors stared back at the very people who ordered them to fight, shock and confusion arose in their hearts.

They wondered...

"Why?!"

'Why did their leaders kill them?'

That thought haunted them, down to their final breaths—still unaccepting of the result.