"The Sword, the Shield, and the Hand?" The Chief frowned, gazing at the Guru as he recalled from his memories, "Your tattoo…"
"Yes," The Guru nodded, "It was from the Beast denoted as the Hand."
She slowly wore her turban back, speaking in a placid tone, "The Crimson Desert is a place fraught with danger. Only brave warriors can persevere here. The Hand Beast that arrived back then was powerful. Our three Clans rallied all our warriors, leaders, and the three Chiefs took the lead. And…"
"We were annihilated," The Guru sighed, "Us three shamans broke our laws and joined the battle. My husband, the Namali Clan's Chief used his life to deal the Hand Beast a vicious blow, plunging it towards death. But, it still retained a sliver of its life. It was when us shamans arrived at the scene."
