I Only Tame Dragons

Chapter 110 Whispers of Vengeance

The Beastfolk clan led by David had never been known for ruthless battles or cutthroat ambition.

Instead, they were a people of heart, pride, and loyalty, who valued their traditions and shared a close bond with the land and each other.

Their clan had lived peacefully for generations in the dense forests of Eldergrove, far removed from the politics and schemes of the larger kingdoms.

Known as the Roaring Beast, the clan had a proud history of protectors, a legacy handed down from the elders who had guarded their home with strength, compassion, and unwavering honor.

But as the years went by, the world around them grew harsher and colder. Rich resources in Eldergrove made it a target, and the surrounding kingdoms were quick to send players and mercenaries to seize their lands.

The Beastfolk clan, despite their formidable strength, found themselves outnumbered, struggling against forces far more experienced in warfare.

Worse yet, disease began to creep into their village, and food supplies dwindled as resources were hoarded and plundered by invaders.

Desperation grew in the clan's ranks, and as the hope of winning a conventional battle waned, whispers of a mysterious competition began to circulate in nearby villages.

It was called the Eternia Competition, a contest for the boldest and strongest, with riches, magical artifacts, and powerful alliances promised to the victors.

To some, it sounded like a death sentence, a brutal arena where only the most cunning and merciless survived. But for David and his clan, it became their last hope.

David was reluctant to lead his people into the competition, but with his clan suffering and the elders weakened, he felt he had no choice. They pooled every last resource, preparing their strongest and bravest warriors.

Each Beastfolk who volunteered knew what they were risking, but for them, it wasn't about glory. It was about survival. It was about saving their families and protecting the life they'd cherished for so long.

The Beastfolk entered the competition, hoping their honor and loyalty would carry them far. But what they found instead was a brutal realm where compassion was seen as a weakness and honor was nothing more than an outdated concept.

In the end, they had been willing to sacrifice everything, but now, as he looked over their fallen bodies, he couldn't help but wonder if it had been worth it.

David was battered and broken, his armor dented, his spirit nearly crushed, yet he remained silent, guarding the secrets they'd uncovered.

He would carry them to his grave, no matter the cost—it was the only form of revenge he had left to give.

A voice drifted through the haze of David's exhaustion, a low murmur echoing in his mind.

"Do you want revenge?"

He couldn't blink, couldn't even muster the strength to lift a finger. But the words slithered into his thoughts, insistent, piercing through the numbness.

"Do you want revenge?"

The voice was familiar, hauntingly so, yet distant, as if it echoed from a past life. He strained, struggling to remember—but he couldn't quite place it.

"Do you want revenge?"

His vision blurred, darkening at the edges. The thought of his fallen comrades, of their lifeless bodies strewn across the battlefield, flickered in his mind.

If he could get vengeance, if he could destroy Iron Fang and Nightshade for what they had done, then yes . . . a thousand times, yes.

As consciousness slipped from his grasp, a single word escaped his lips, a whisper of resolve left burning in the air.

"Yes . . ."