The 100-tribe territory had been plagued with decades of relentless war, leaving no moment of peace for its inhabitants. Conflicts erupted with such frequency that vigilance became second nature to those passing through. When they entered the territory, their guards immediately went up, bracing themselves for whatever danger might lurk ahead.
One could never tell when or where an attack might come in these treacherous lands. Ambushes and sudden clashes were as common as the rising sun. Fortunately for this group, they had the likes of the formidable Fourth Elder and the monstrous Malvorrak among their ranks. These two weren't just warriors—they were legends. Their very presence acted as a deterrent, their overwhelming auras striking fear into anyone who might dare consider an ambush.
