At this moment, deep within the Half-Beast Tribe.
Here, there was a gigantic altar with a diameter of several hundred meters, constructed from massive stones piled upon one another. Each stone bore the weathered marks of the passing years, covered in green moss, with stubborn wild grass growing from the crevices.
Above the altar, tens of thousands of Half-Beastmen were currently standing. Most were unarmed civilians, and some Half-Beast mothers were holding their children, singing lullabies to coax them to sleep.
Yet those children kept their eyes wide open, gazing into the distance where faint sounds of clamour could barely be heard, inquiring where their fathers had gone. The mothers wore listless expressions, speechless.
For now, the surroundings were still relatively quiet. They were in the safest part of the tribe, with only low murmurs and occasional sobs rising among the crowd.
