The ‘Berserker’ was a powerful foe strong enough to startle him. A tremendous warrior who had appeared among the natives he had regarded as mere insects. He could understand why the shamans had panicked and warned them. But still, at best, it was a being that had yet to fully bloom its talent.
He didn’t know how it might be later on. But its strength right now was within a comprehensible range.
However, the attack he had just suffered was not that.
‘An attack... was I attacked? When?’
Right up until the pain assaulted his body, he hadn’t even noticed that someone had approached him.
‘Something even the tribe’s shadow operatives couldn’t do...’
For a warrior of Hara-Bal’s caliber, it was only normal to sense an attack just before it happened.
His gaze turned toward his own flank. The…
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