Deep within Moonshadow Valley, Clymene and Rendall emerged from their tent after hearing the commotion. They exchanged a glance, both understanding the situation immediately.
"Young people lack experience," Clymene sighed. Orion's attempt to boost morale was commendable, but such a loud display was bound to attract nearby dark creatures.
"It's fine. Let him learn from this," Rendall replied. "Orion is still young—only 11 years old. He needs to grow, and without facing challenges, how can he become the pillar of our tribe?"
Clymene nodded in agreement. Rendall wasn't wrong.
"Go rest, Elder. I'll keep watch here. If anything happens, I'll send someone to notify you."
"Alright."
With that, Elder Rendall, accompanied by two guards, returned to his tent.
Clymene gazed toward the stone wall where Orion stood, silently praying that the creatures drawn to the valley wouldn't be too powerful.
But fate had other plans.
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