The tribespeople didn't hesitate; they turned and ran desperately towards the entrance of the cave.
Children cried as adults held them tightly in their arms, while the elderly members of the tribe relied on the shoulders of the young people, trudging along with difficulty.
In the face of this sudden disaster, the tribe members seemed incredibly small. Their playfulness and confidence instantly turned into powerless resistance.
At the entrance of the cave, the tribespeople poured in one by one, their figures disappearing into the darkness.
At this stage, the inside of the cave was relatively safe, at least temporarily avoiding the dust and toxins outside.
The elder sat in a corner of the cave, his eyes filled with worry and confusion.
He didn't understand why the outsiders were taking such extreme measures. Didn't they know the power of the altar couldn't be buried?
"Do they... do they really think this can stop the power of the altar?"
