"The opportunity for hegemony has ended and now I could only fight for this tribe survival!"
At the end of this sentence the chief of the Haltur tribe could only sigh.
Looking at the crude map on the table in his tent, he could only sigh and shakes his head
" All over the war drums are being hit. The Skyfather watches all and the Earthmother drank the blood of Her children" He sigh, his sigh seems to be a sigh of acceptance
He could not change what has happen
"I could not do this alone. Chadha is using the power of three tribes to overwhelmed me. How could my tribe survive such an attack?"
He knows he could not surrender.
There is blood feud between his tribe and the Chagai tribe.
"three decades of feud"
" A white wolf marks the end of family"
Three decades ago, a fateful hunting trip set in motion a long-standing rivalry.
The chief of the Haltur tribe and the Chagai tribe were cousins.
