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"Who dares? We were assured that the forces of the Elonia Kingdom were holed up in their fortress, nowhere in sight! Was it those damn Black Hawk Tribe scouts giving us false information to target us deliberately?"

Grinding his teeth, Sakar let out a heavy sigh. Though part of the same empire, the tribes were rife with factionalism. The Black Hawk Tribe, known for their cunning and their role as scouts due to their ability to move swiftly on wings, often played their own games. Sakar suspected they might have distorted information to diminish the Rock Bear Tribe's influence.

Scanning his surroundings, Sakar felt his anger boiling over. Finally, unable to suppress it any longer, he lashed out.

"What are you all standing around for? The supply unit was no pushover. If they were wiped out, the enemy must be formidable. Get into formation now! Must I spell everything out for you?" Discover more content at My Virtual Library Empire

Barking orders at his younger kin, Sakar steadied his breathing and began drawing upon the ancestral power of their tribe. His muscles swelled, thick black fur sprouted across his arms, and his jaw elongated into a muzzle lined with razor-sharp teeth. His entire body grew larger as he transformed.

Fully assuming his bear-like form, Sakar surveyed the area with fierce vigilance. The enemy could strike at any moment.

"Fools, I warned them to finish this war before Lania Kingdom intervenes…" he thought bitterly, suppressing his rage as best he could.

The transformation made it harder to control his emotions, but as he brooded over the tribe's leaders who had wasted time bickering over terms, a sudden sharp pain pierced his thoughts.

An arrow struck his forehead squarely, and his surroundings fell silent. In a flash, everything stopped. The world blurred and faded away as a chilling cold spread through his body.

"Uncle!"

A young warrior, Karato, screamed as he witnessed Sakar fall lifelessly. Looking toward the direction of the arrow, he spotted a crimson dragon hovering far in the distance.

Grinding his teeth in fury, Karato transformed into his bear-like form, his enlarged arm grabbing a spear strapped to his back. He hurled it at the dragon with all his might, aiming for its rider.

The spear intercepted Michael's second arrow mid-air and continued its trajectory, falling just short of Marcus.

Michael, impressed by the display of strength, smirked. "So, the Five Great Tribes truly live up to their reputation."

"Marcus, we should gain more altitude," he advised.

Though there likely weren't many enemies capable of such power, there was no point in risking unnecessary danger. Michael adjusted his position and resumed his assault. Each time an arrow split the air, another warrior fell, leaving the tribe reeling in horror.

Karato froze momentarily as he processed the carnage. Even at full strength, his spear couldn't reach the dragon above. "How can we possibly counter this?" he thought in despair.

Before he could fall deeper into hopelessness, a protective barrier shimmered to life in front of him, shattering Michael's next arrow aimed at his right eye. Karato turned to see Kalina, the tribe's shaman, stepping forward.

"Get a grip, Karato! With Commander Sakar gone, you're the next in command," she snapped.

Karato shook himself awake. Kalina, her braided blood-red hair gleaming, clutched her staff adorned with beads and fixed him with a stern glare.

"Apologies, Kalina. I lost my focus again," Karato admitted.

"If you've come to your senses, then cover me. I'll drag him down from the sky," Kalina ordered.

Karato rallied the nearby warriors, forming a defensive ring around her. Kalina began chanting, her eyes rolling back as she swung her staff. A crimson energy radiated from its tip, distorting the air around them.

Michael, noticing her movements, loosed another arrow toward her, but the surrounding warriors intercepted it, sacrificing themselves to buy her time.

As Kalina completed her spell, her staff pierced the air. Michael and Marcus suddenly felt an intense force pulling them downward.

"Michael, something's wrong! It feels like something is dragging us from below," Marcus said, his wings struggling to stay aloft.

Michael glanced down to assess the situation and saw Kalina, her face strained with effort, channeling her spell.

"Gravity magic…" he realized.

The shamans of the Pamir Empire were notorious for their unique bloodline-based spells, and this one was no exception. Thankfully, the magic seemed to target only him and Marcus.

As Marcus's wing beats faltered further, Miaomiao revealed herself, breaking her stealth. The small beast darted toward Kalina like a streak of lightning.

Kalina raised her staff in a desperate attempt to defend herself, but Miaomiao was already upon her, claws flashing.

"How dare you threaten Michael and my brother?" Miaomiao hissed.

With the shaman's head severed, the invisible force binding Michael and Marcus dissipated instantly. Michael lifted his bow again, now as light as a feather. The oppressive weight that had pressed into his very bones vanished entirely.

"Shamans will need more caution in the future," Michael thought.

His armor, taken from an underground temple, had been tested for its durability against magic and explosives. While it easily deflected most magic and survived close-range explosions, shamanic magic was a completely unexpected challenge. Whether it operated on principles different from conventional magic or was simply too powerful for the armor to withstand remained a mystery.

"Thanks, Miaomiao!" Michael called out. "Next time we encounter a shaman, capture them if you can. We need to study their power."

"Even now, you're talking about research? Fine, understood!" Miaomiao replied, her voice brimming with exasperation.

Having dispatched the shaman, Miaomiao was now targeting the strongest enemies, cutting them down one by one. Each swing of her claws left transformed warriors of the Rock Bear Tribe collapsing in bloody heaps. Even fully transformed warriors, whose thick hides were legendary, fell swiftly under her attacks. She was like a black storm tearing through the battlefield.

Michael, meanwhile, continued his assault. The Rock Bear Tribe's reputation for their ability to borrow spirit powers intrigued him. This battle presented an excellent opportunity to test his arrows against the defense of one of the Five Great Tribes, renowned for their unparalleled resilience.