The night was as dark as ink, and the sycamore trees in Phoenix's Roost Valley rustled in the wind, as if whispering secrets.
Xylon's command was like a bolt of lightning, instantly shattering the silence of the night.
"The Clan Leader has ordered an immediate dispatch of troops to the Lower Domain, to attack The Wolf Tribe."
The Phoenix Clan's guards quickly went down to spread the command, their voices echoing through the canyon.
Having prepared long before, the Phoenix Clan's guards and elders swiftly mobilized, flames lighting up from all directions.
Soon, they gathered in the open square of Phoenix's Roost Valley, waiting for the command to bloodily cleanse The Wolf Tribe.
Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes endured the severe pain as she climbed to her feet, immensely pleased, the tattoos on her face turning twisted.
She had ordered the attack on The Wolf Tribe two or three days ago, only to be suppressed by Soren.
