The moon was obscured by clouds, plunging the world into darkness.
Nothing could be seen unless someone lit a fire, but there was only one bonfire in the Kairos tribe’s camp, reserved solely for the chieftain.
The air that was warm come morning turned bone-chillingly cold as soon as the sun fell.
Nevertheless, their tribe showed no dissatisfaction with being unable to warm themselves by the fire.
Almost happily, they slept haphazardly in the dirt with their bare skin still exposed.
Rustle.
During that night, so deep the Kairos tribe could sleep, a group of people cautiously moved through the grass.
Swish.
They didn't talk but moved with only gestures.
Rangers, clad in black, scattered in all directions.
They melted into the darkness surrounding the enemy’s camp.
"Uhmmm...."
"Meat. Meat is delicious. Ah..."
The rangers' eyes glinted with murderous intent as they watched the enemy talk in t...
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