"What the hell is going on with these guys?"
The Lizardfolk Chieftain frowned, deep in thought, completely baffled. Could it be… they got eaten by some mutated beasts on the way?
But that didn't make sense. This whole area was Lizardfolk territory. The Clan Stronghold was nearby—it should've driven off any invading monsters. The route should've been safe.
Unless… something happened to the Stronghold too.
That thought made the Chieftain's old, scaly face twist with even more worry.
"..."
Under the cover of night, monsters tore each other apart in the darkness. From outside the village came the occasional bloodcurdling howl—feral screams, ghostly wails—echoing through the trees. He had no idea what was really going on out there.
For the Lizardfolk Chieftain, this night felt like the longest of his life. Every second dragged on like an eternity.
