Time flies.
Decades pass in the blink of an eye.
The war between the Four-Clan Alliance and the Sea Tribe is raging.
In essence, the core of racial competition lies in fertility.
The fittest survive, and the races that cannot adapt to the cruelty of nature are gradually going extinct.
In this regard, the Sea Tribe and the Four Clans are equal, and with such a short timeline, they must rely on mutual slaughter.
Faced with hostility from the various Sea Tribe tribes, the Four-Clan Alliance occupies the land of the extinct tribes and struggles to survive.
...
Near the Blood Rose Canyon, beneath an unnamed hill.
In the cool breeze stands an unnamed tomb.
This was once the final battlefield of the Sea Tribe, and it is said that a number of Sea Tribe bones are buried in the wild hill.
But the only true tomb is this one.
This so-called tomb is essentially a pile of dirt, absent any structures or vegetation.
As the sun sets, a stooped figure slowly approaches.
It's Rite!
