A former disdained number tribe elevated to the status of a named tribe. The disgusting part was that they were actually proud of it. This was the hidden poison the infected the outer edges of the Ancient Battlefield.
This Clan didn't even have the Legacies that once made them mighty. Much like how the Golden Crow Clan's [Nine Suns of Armageddon] fell from the Mystical Grade to the Divine Grade because their Faith withered, the Legacies of this Clan, or Tribe, rather, lost all of their power in a similar fashion.
Still, this 'proud' Clan fell in a single day. No, it was more accurate to say that they fell in just a few hours. The attack was swift, and despite their enemies being outnumbered 5 to 1, it felt like it was actually them sitting at a numbers' disadvantage.
It was early one morning, before the suns even came up, that the attacks began. They received no word from their scouts, it was as though they never existed.
