Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed with amusement as he loomed over the battered patriarch.
The old boar's breath was ragged, his once-proud stance reduced to a trembling kneel, his body covered in wounds from the brutal fight.
Blood seeped from his mouth, his tusks cracked, and his once-majestic robes hung in tatters. His pride, his dignity—all shattered.
And now?
Now, he was groveling.
At first, it was a low whisper, a desperate muttering. But then, as the realization fully sank in—that there was no escape, that there was no miracle coming to save him—the patriarch broke.
"Mercy!"
His voice cracked as he slammed his forehead against the dirt, his boar ears twitching uncontrollably. His hands clutched the ground, his nails digging deep into the soil as he trembled.
"Please, oh great Dragon Lord! I beg of you! Spare this old life! I will serve! I will obey! I will dedicate myself to you!"
Wei Long watched, his tail swaying lazily behind him.
