As the tribe continued to march forward, cutting through the eerie city streets littered with the remains of the Fleshers and strange creatures, one of the members cautiously approached Lyerin.
His hands trembled as he spoke, his voice shaky with fear.
"D-Did you know about that creature? How would it emerge from the ground like that? It was as if you expected it…"
He stopped mid-sentence, feeling the sudden, overwhelming chill in the air as he met Lyerin's gaze.
There was something terrifying about the calm in Lyerin's eyes, an unsettling composure that seemed to hint at an awareness far beyond what anyone could fathom.
The tribe member's heart pounded in his chest as he quickly looked away, now regretting having asked the question.
Lyerin smiled, his lips curling into a cold, knowing grin.
"You're not true members of the tribe yet," he said, his voice smooth but tinged with a warning.
