The Blood Contest

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Inside the highest cliff hall, hundreds of tribe members had gathered, their faces tight with anxiety. Just minutes ago, three aerial scouts had landed, reporting that a massive flock of Iron-Wing Lizards had breached the lower forest boundary. Their positions were now dangerously close to the clan's territorial borders. "Listen, children of the sky rulers!" Leonidas bellowed. "The death flock of the Iron-Wing Lizards is moving toward us. The wind carries the scent of our blood. In my dying physical condition, I am no longer capable of leading you into battle. The Eagle Tribe is facing its greatest emergency!" A suffocating silence immediately gripped the hall. Leonidas took a deep breath, fighting the sharp pain in his chest before continuing. "Our tribe must not lose its way in the mi

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