The starry night was like a painting, with pools of starlight falling into the many lakes.
In front of this crescent-shaped forest plain, a village surrounded by round wooden walls quietly emitted a faint hissing sound in the still night.
In the center of the village, a large iron pot still had a few human leg bones stuck in it, with pink meat still clinging to the bones.
Holding a spear, Udehema sat dazedly on a small bench within the watchtower, staring blankly at the silent and warm marsh plain.
For a Snake-man, this kind of land was the best.
They could freely herd their lizards, plant their snakeberries, and roll happily between the waters and the marshes.
According to those upright Church people, after expelling those of the Secret Faction, the Snake-men could have these lands, which originally belonged to them.
Long before, even before the El Empire landed on the eastern continent, they were the rulers of Black Snake Bay, happily living between the streams and jungles.
