It was late in the day, in a desolate, frozen plain of the Wild World. At that moment, two clans had the entire area surrounded with an army of ten thousand. On one side stood the primal beasts; on the other, a mix of Aberrants and Fiendgods.
The whole place was shrouded in a pure white mist, while the cold dragged along a suffocating silence.
The army was a tense sea of aggressive eyes. Both clans wanted that eruption. But their rivalry had been put on hold by a bigger threat, forcing them to wait—to make sure *he* wouldn't show up.
*Buzz*
As night fell, a sound suddenly echoed out. It was the first warning of the coming eruption.
Everyone gripped their weapons tighter, snorting in relief. Given the distance from this place to the Wilding Kin Sect, and since the High Elders and their watchers hadn't sent any signals until now, it meant *he* wasn't coming to mess things up this time.
As both sides turned to face each other, ready for the battle command to be given...
