The members of the Sea Dragon Clan were horrifying in appearance.
They had frilled ears, the emotionless eyes of a fish, gills, multiple rows of sharp teeth, pale blue-green skin, and muscular bodies on par with those of humans.
The accursed bastards also wielded three-tipped spears made of strange ores that could only be found in the depths.
They had the advantage in terms of weapons and numbers for sure.
However, the artisans of our tribe make better armor, plus we have more sorcerers than they do.
The warriors of our tribe are also a bit fiercer.
This was the reason they've been reluctant to attack us over the past three decades, according to my father.
I'm confused as to why they would choose to attempt to ruin our peaceful lives now…
The damage has been done, and since they took my beloved and respected father away from me, I shall take some of them away from their families as well.
Eye for an eye.
No, I'll wipe them out…
