The chief died.
He was the pride and focal point of the savages.
The cause of wars and the leader who instilled confidence in their victories.
When the fire broke out, and the chief disappeared, the savages didn't worry much.
He wasn't the kind of man who would go around getting beaten up, but rather the kind who would fight back if provoked and never die.
They had absolute trust and faith in him.
The savages' belief in their chief was almost fanatical.
The idea of the chief they knew and trusted dying was something they couldn't easily fathom.
"Oh, no. This can't be happening."
They couldn’t believe it, looking at the chief's headless body.
There was no way he could have died, they thought.
They tried to deny it and turn away, but reality wouldn't change no matter how much they denied it.
"Surrender! If you surrender, we'll kill you without pain!"
They didn't say they would spare them.
The pe...
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