The wood used to construct the gate was made by weaving White Crow Vine Root Knots that had grown in the gathering ground for over 200 years.
Apart from its excellent protective function, it also served as the best medium for casting Secret Blood Spells, yet at this moment the magic-infused wooden door was violently pushed open.
Crack. Crack.
Heavy footsteps echoed.
The harmonious atmosphere in the meeting hall was shattered.
Tamara, strong as a black bear, swept her indifferent gaze over everyone present.
"Madam Tamara, you've returned already?"
An elder seated at the head of the table stood up, squeezing a tinge of a smile onto his face, "We were just discussing the gains from this operation."
"If everything goes well, we can open a stable passage..."
Thud!
Before the elder could finish speaking, Tamara's sturdy form was at his side, her grip around his neck as if holding a chicken, her carrot-thick fingers then violently pierced into the elder's skull.
