The vast wilderness stretched endlessly, and the cold wind sliced through the air as if the earth itself were a butcher's block, viewing all living beings as fish on the chopping board. (Note 1)
"Boom!"
"The Tiger King patrols the mountain, all beings make way!"
Sixteen barbarian Great Hans carried a golden bell as tall as a small mountain, forging a path ahead.
Behind them was a massive palanquin carried by eighty-eight barbarian warriors, united in their effort.
Within the palanquin lay a majestic tiger, its yellow fur and white whiskers marked with patches.
And it was the Totem of the Fierce Tiger Tribe: the Fierce Tiger!
Wherever the palanquin passed, all living creatures fled far, far away. Those too slow to escape were violently dispatched on the spot by the warriors of the Fierce Tiger Tribe, their blood splattering the ground.
