"Awoooo~~~"
The mutated wolf's howl echoed through the valley, a chilling signal that the predators were on the move—the night of bloodshed had begun.
Back in the Lizardfolk Tribe, the Chieftain was still shaken, his heart pounding with lingering fear.
"Hurry! Get to the Clan Stronghold and report this to the Lizard King. Tell him the Voidborn Undying has descended upon Xenorift!"
"Chieftain, is it really that serious? I mean, all he did was let a few humans go," one of his warriors said, clearly confused.
The Chieftain snapped, "With that pea-sized brain of yours, what would you know? The Voidborn Undying showing up on the continent is a sign of chaos to come. This is just the beginning. We need to warn our master so the tribe can prepare."
"Oh… I see…"
"Then get moving! Quit standing around!" the Chieftain barked again.
The warrior quickly nodded and took off with a squad of Lizardfolk soldiers, disappearing into the distance.
