"There goes another one."
"That's two now."
"Beautiful. Keep killing each other."
Hidden behind a thick tree trunk near the edge of the battlefield, Marcus watched the chaos unfold with shameless satisfaction, practically rooting for both sides to hit harder and die faster.
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
Shadowfall was obviously the aggressor here, and yes, they also happened to be his enemies, but that didn't suddenly make Savage Tribe his friends. Marcus had no interest in jumping into someone else's war just because the other side looked worse.
If you wanted the biggest payoff, timing mattered more than morals.
The fighting dragged on through another vicious exchange of blades and spells before Savage Tribe finally reached its limit. One player after another collapsed under Shadowfall's pressure until only five members remained standing.
