"I've talked with the great one. We must burn our heat suits."
The tribesmen had a hard time wrapping their heads around the reason they had to do that. They watched their Thunder Khan covered in sweat, ranting and raving. Wang Feng didn't know if that would be enough. He didn't want the great one to mobilize every wolf from here to Dhampatna to extinguish the knowledge of heat suits from the face of the earth. The tribesmen obeyed Wang Feng. They were in a warm wind anyway. They didn't need the extra burden anymore.
"This steppe is a giant trap. The great one wants to churn you like butter to suit its tastes. Don't ever worship it. Hate it. Plot the day you will take it down. That's what being human requires. There is no point in living like livestock."
