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The could do nothing but to stare at Raven as he pushed the wooden gates to their tribe using one hand. It had to be known that it takes them at least push that damn thing but he didn't even needed both of his hands to do that.
As Raven went inside, he was greeted by the pitiful view of the tribe.
Patched up huts, dried up spring, not even a iota of grass could be seen growing inside. There was a foul stench that's laced with air which made him frown. His appearance was like a contrast from the scene inside, which made him extremely obvious to the people who was roaming around the tribe.
