The second carving on the metal door depicts a disaster occurring within the tribe.
Pitch-black smoke spreads in the sky, bringing with it cold rain.
Fierce winds and rain batter the thatched huts, but people are too preoccupied to maintain their homes.
Because at this moment, those once strong and proud hunters are all collapsed on beds and the ground, limbs weak and powerless, with faces as dark as paint, appearing as if they have caught a plague.
Those newly infected exhibit symptoms similar to a fever, with a confused mind, and their bodies are also tinged with blue smoke.
Severe patients scratch their bellies and limbs with their hands, unclear if due to itching or some other reason, leaving themselves a bloody mess.
The invisible virus is so potent, effortlessly toppling humans who could even conquer nature, rendering them the weakest and most helpless beings in this world.
The entire tribe has fallen into this disaster.
Except for one person.
