Thanks to the kid from the first hearth, I was released.
There seemed to be no time to waste, so instead of asking what was happening, I directly flew to the first hearth.
My heart was pounding out of my chest.
"Mother…Acca…please be well…" were my whispered prayers to whoever divinity was listening.
Like a mighty bird beast, I tore through the air, passing the seventh hearth, then the sixth, then the fifth…
I eventually got closer and closer to the First Hearth, and as I did, the sounds of battle also grew louder.
My heart strangely relaxed.
At the very least, the warriors of the tribe were still holding up, but to what extent, I could only fly closer to find out.
My relief was, unfortunately, short-lived.
I soon arrived and surveyed the chaotic scene from a high vantage point.
My eyes widened in rage as soon as I realized what was happening.
The chieftain and his warriors were barely holding on, now numbering less than three hundred.
