Over thirty years ago, the grand battle had quashed the Neanderthal tribe's resistance, with the majority of valiant warriors sacrificed on the battlefield. The few who survived were now few and far between, and those were already withering with age.
The younger generation, for the most part, lusted after the comfortable life that peace brought, indulging in pleasures and idleness. Even in the reserves, they could not be bothered to stay and eke out a living, let alone remember the brave martial traditions of the Neanderthal tribe.
Thus, even for the Autumn Tribe, which was once one of the Twelve Overlord Tribes, there were now no warriors to speak of. Elder Mabu'en was so frustrated that he couldn't even summon the strength to speak his mind.
With no one to rely on, the desire to assert dominance remained unfulfilled.
