Enzo understood all too well that Neville's words were not mere exaggeration.
The struggle between man and beast has always been one of life and death. Once conflict arises, the inevitable outcome is the substantial loss of life on one side.
This is a brutal truth.
Thus, as Neville's report rapidly spread among the tribe's members, a wave of panic surged forth, with many fearing the impending arrival of the beasts.
Having grown accustomed to a life of tranquility, the prospect of once more confronting battle and death was unsettling.
Yet, survival demanded nothing less than the readiness to fight.
Enzo stood atop the watchtower of the Crimson Star Tribe's camp, perched upon a hill that afforded a sweeping view of the entire settlement, as well as a distant glimpse of the jungle's edge.
Months prior, the landscape before him bore little resemblance to its current state.
