Neighborly Tribute

"Shut up, Zeta!"

SteelEdge snapped his head around, silencing the boy with a sharp shout.

Zeta flinched and covered his mouth, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the camp's warehouse.

Harper understood the situation instantly.

Greed was the only thing that moved people out here.

A bandit guild like CombatWolf wouldn't waste this much energy without knowing there was a top-tier prize inside.