It was a moonless night when an important gathering took place in the heart of Gaull's sacred forest.
Fire torches lined the perimeter, casting an ethereal glow that danced among the towering ancient trees. The crackling flames painted intricate patterns on the weathered faces of the twenty-eight tribe leaders who had gathered from the fifty-two Gaulish tribes.
They had come together under the cover of darkness to discuss the ever-increasing threats posed by the Romans, their collective concern weighing heavily on their hearts.
Each of the chieftains present exuded an air of authority and command, their weathered faces etched with the wisdom of countless battles fought and won. The flickering light revealed the battle scars that adorned their bodies, symbols of their bravery and resilience.
Despite their individual prowess, they found themselves at a loss for words in the face of the current dire situation that loomed over their lands.
