A horde of foxfolk warriors, fur blazing red and eyes glinting with cruel cunning, had completely surrounded the snow cat village.
They wielded weapons glowing with elemental light, exuding ferocious power.
"Final warning!"
A tall foxfolk commander with a flaming mark on his brow stepped forward and snarled, voice cold and sharp.
"Leave this snowfield and its crystal mines now—or today, your snow cat tribe becomes history!"
The snow cat chieftain stepped up, fur bristling, voice heavy with defiance."This sacred land is the ancestral home of our snow cat kind! The frost crystal veins are a blessing of the Wasteland itself—how dare you attempt to seize them!"
The foxfolk leader sneered. "The strong devour the weak. That is the iron law of the Sakend Universe! Do you have the strength to protect your so-called blessing?"
Boom!
A wave of blazing heat burst from him—his aura climbing in an instant to the level of a Starfield Lord!
