An emergency alarm resounded throughout Crimsonfang Peak as word spread that the Ogre Army was marching toward the Dragon Blood Tribe.
The warriors swiftly assembled around Crimsonfang Peak to defend the borders of their tribe, and soon hundreds of Wyverns filled the skies as Dragon Riders kept a vigilant watch from above.
The Wyverns' roars thundered across the peak, shaking the hearts of the people. At once, families rushed into their homes, bolting doors shut as the alarm's echo warned of the looming danger.
Mothers hurried their children inside, locking doors behind them as the entire Crimsonfang Peak braced itself to be swallowed by the flames of war.
A suffocating tension weighed on the air, for battle could erupt at any moment. Ordinary folk of the Dragon Blood Tribe cowered within their homes, trembling with fear.
Since their leader's return from the Elven Kingdom, faith in him had wavered. Many doubted whether he could truly defend them from the Ogres' wrath.
