10:00 AM the next morning
In the central square of the Dragon Tribe, all the tribe members had already gathered.
A dozen loads of grain, prepared in advance, were placed in the center of the square.
And standing out the most among the grain was the clan leader, Sigmund, with his eyes closed, seemingly meditating.
Compared to Sigmund's current display of silence and calm.
Beside him, Brant and Belica paced back and forth anxiously like ants on a hot pan.
The anxiety and unease were clearly etched on the faces of this man and woman.
To those clansmen who were unaware, this scene was seen merely as their concern for the hunting party captured by the half-beastmen.
However, besides that, the most talked-about event within the Dragon Tribe was something that happened yesterday.
Yesterday, a group of mysterious strangers had entered the village. Everyone present had learned about it from those around them.
