The gate of the Moon Tribe was bustling with noise and color. The entire tribe seemed to have gathered beneath the pale morning light, waiting for the arrival of the Thousand Tree Tribe's messenger.
The Moon Lord stood at the front with her daughter, Agne Moon, surrounded by onlookers. Some watched quietly from afar, whispering nervously. The air was thick with curiosity and tension.
Not far away, the Great Elder had gathered nearly two or three hundred hunters, forming a loose semicircle around the gate—an unspoken barrier meant to prevent the Moon Lord and Agne Moon from fleeing. The Elder kept his distance, though; he knew better than to provoke the Moon Lord too closely. Her temper and power were both legendary.
Taking a few cautious steps forward, the Elder stopped and called out, suspicion lacing his voice.
"Moon Lord, why the sudden change of heart?"
