'Whatever, who cares?' Shalv shook his head, his blue-gray vertical pupils growing cold and distant again.
'Anyway, I'm not going to stay in this tribe for long. As soon as my injuries heal, I'll leave immediately.'
Shalv transformed back into a fierce and terrifying Tiger Shark, slowly sinking beneath the water until he vanished without a trace.
Shimmering moonlight reflected on the deep blue surface of the water, where large and small shards of broken ice floated. A thick, bloody scent drifted up from below.
This was the hunting ground of the Water Beastmen.
They couldn't stomach food from the land, even throwing up the goat's milk the tribe provided. As a result, these Water Beastmen had scoured the entire river for food, taking it as their own supply.
Of course, the Beastmen possessed a deeply ingrained sense of conservation. They released all the small fish and shrimp, eating only the large, old, and slow-moving ones.
