In a beast skin camp.
It was close to nightfall, and tents were set up all over the place.
Campfires and torches were placed between camps, the orange glow illuminating the entire camp, surrounded by wooden cheval de frise.
A closer look at the beast skins on these tents reveals strange marks, devoid of large pores and hair.
Instead, there are wrinkles and terrified faces, along with features like navels and chest and abdomen.
The cannibal ghosts dressed in simple armor and holding makeshift long spears patrolled the camp in small squads.
On the outskirts of the camp, there were also beast-shaped cannibal ghosts on guard.
From the largest tent at the center came a hoarse and angry shout.
"Why are my warriors always dying while I command the camp, oblivious? Are you all fools?
As the eyes nurtured by the Empire, how can you not see this?"
A humanoid cannibal ghost in light gold heavy armor, with two strange eyes, yelled angrily at those in front of him.
