The thick scent of blood permeating White River City stirred the killing desire in Shajia's heart.
Although the battle had already ended, Shajia felt no satisfaction, instead, he experienced an unsettling sense of emptiness.
He yearned for more enemies, especially powerful ones, because only battles with the strong could hone his skills, and defeating them would also harvest great prestige.
He wanted his and the Wing Tribe's fame to spread across the Continent, making all enemies tremble in fear, thus smoothing the path of their subsequent conquests.
However, Solomon did not think the same way, Shajia felt that he didn't resemble a general at all but rather a parsimonious merchant, constantly focusing on those dull numbers.
Prior to every battle, he would weigh the pros and cons, and immediately after, he would tally the casualties, always treading cautiously.
But the Wing Tribe should be fierce and invincible, fearing nothing.
