Yesterday, a group of people casually set up a mountain courtyard to use as a temporary resting place.
The courtyard was surrounded by towering stone pillars, taller than the courtyard itself. Atop these pillars floated dark aqua fireballs, emitting a ghastly green glow that illuminated the entire courtyard.
Barren mountains, a wild residence, green fire.
It matched the dark underground perfectly.
To be honest, it had been light for so long; it was quite late for someone to finally show up.
"Who are these pale-faced people daring to make trouble on our tribe's Rock Mining Land?"
Four warriors from the Stone Tail Tribe stealthily climbed over the wall into the courtyard and, standing firm, saw several pale-faced people seated in the hall, staring at them.
Upon seeing this scene, one of the warriors shouted out first.
His shout was full of vigor, but before he could enjoy it, the Clan Leader Feyn slapped him hard on the back of his head.
