Ethan's reasoning was simple.
Since the Moonshadow Tribe had fallen into decline, similar to the Bonepiercer Tribe, the reason must be similar.
So, he wanted to confirm whether his guess was right.
"Yes, Master Ethan."
It wasn't Chief Bonen who answered this time, but Ancestor Skulnen. His old eyes carried a shadow of sorrow as he recalled the distant past. "Back then, when I was Chief… I witnessed it with my own eyes."
He drew in a long breath before continuing. "Around 1000 years ago, there was once a great war among the five Hermit Tribes for a Rank 9 Cultivation Resource.
At first, the Bloodclaw Tribe fought as though they had gone mad, throwing themselves at us and suffering grievous losses.
We believed they had doomed themselves, that their foundation would not recover for at least a thousand years. But we were wrong… terribly wrong."
