While Leon and the others were discussing in the underground cavern, the tension at the Crimsonfog Tribe was high.
"Chief, the Undead Battle Kings and Liches have been sighted at the borders!"
Chief Baskara held a voice-transmission stone and listened to the scout's report before he said, "Alright, I got it. You can retreat now. Get out of there at once."
"Yes, chief—Oh, no! Arghhh—!"
The voice-transmission ended abruptly.
Chief Baskara stored away the voice-transmission stone in his hand and sighed before he gazed into the horizon from atop the tribe's wall, while rows of warriors lined the walls, geared and ready for the battle of their life.
"Your orders, chief?"
A warrior beside him asked.
"Start the Crimsonfog Formation!"
"Yes, chief!"
