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The second phase of sculpting Fubo was nearing its end, and the excitement in the Great Marsh was just beginning.
The rain poured down, pelting the reed leaves.
The reed leaves rubbed against each other, creating waves of sound.
Hiding in their homes from the rain and enjoying a feast, the River Otter tribe suddenly felt a hint of unease, a faint killing intent drifting in with the raindrops.
The one-eyed River Otter chief, on alert, looked around.
It put down the big fish it was halfway through devouring, stood up, its tall stature wholly visible, and when it went on tiptoes, its head could almost peek out of the reeds.
Its agile back was crisscrossed with scars, with raised areas of flesh where not even hair grew, showcasing the chieftain's illustrious combat achievements.
The downpour caused a thin mist to rise over the Great Marsh.
