Year Ten of the Vine Tribe, the third day of February.
Mangzhu Mountain, Bamboo Rat Tribe.
In the underground cavern, the Bamboo Rat Tribe Witch sat beside the fire pit, facing the scorching flames, yet his body felt waves of cold, his eyes filled with pain and fear.
"The result of the divination has been fulfilled, disaster has arrived. I knew this Vine Tribe would bring disaster to the Bamboo Rat Tribe, I knew it!"
The Black Snake Tribe Witch kept murmuring this sentence, the whole person engulfed in great pain.
Two days ago, the Vine Tribe sent word of the impending invasion of the Black Snake Tribe, and the entire Bamboo Rat Tribe was in a state of constant fear, everyone consumed by terror.
They wanted to abandon their territory and run away immediately, but the Vine Tribe wouldn't allow them to escape, and told them reinforcements would arrive soon, assuring them they would be fine.
