The sun was on the brink of raising as the line of brightness war marked the horizon. Many members of the Far-South Tusk Tribe were already up and running their errands in preparation for the unclear future. Everyone was checking whether any food could be turned into spare rations, just in case, they would have to flee their village in a hurry.
Some of them couldn't stop themselves from glancing up from time to time where a partially vibrant-green and partially translucent giant snake was flying at such an enormous height that she was a mere shining dot, much more aking to a star than anything else.
Was the creature that was supposed to be a spell really something that could help protect them, even though it took it so long to her up there the day before?
...was what the tribe's people thought, looking back down and glancing at the house of the tribe's chief where beds were prepared for the magicians from the Bellcephora kingdom who showed up on the giant serpent.
