Inside the vast expanse of Fiora's dense forest, it was high noon at the boundary of the Silver Fang tribe's territory. From a distance, the eye beheld a sprawling settlement, its scale mighty, though perhaps not as technologically advanced as the Iron Antler tribe, yet undeniably grander and more vibrant in its sheer size and activity.
Beneath the expansive canopy of one of the ancient trees, Gideon stood with rapt attention, his diminutive form juxtaposed against the towering figure of Leo at his side. Algani, a stalwart presence, observed alongside them, all three gazing in the same direction. Behind this trio of observers lay an imposing assembly—an army numbering over 300 warriors, a formidable force standing guard.
