[Subscribe please] The moon is on the rise.
The Great Camp, constructed by ancient trees, echoes with an array of lively sounds. The rich aroma of meat permeates the air. Countless bonfires illuminate the faces of the tribespeople.
The earth is stained with blood as over ten thousand demonic soldiers invaded. In the end, apart from fewer than one thousand who managed to flee deep into the Desolate Ancient Forest, the rest fell on the battlefield, their bodies turning into mere mounds of flesh and blood.
Under the moonlight, all the War Masters of the Gu Yuan Tribe who were out hunting demons have returned. The battle had been invigorating for them. They didn't ask too many questions. On this day, the entire Gu Yuan Tribe celebrated together.
