"Looks like we're too late," a male beastman stomped his foot, both furious and anxious. "These Rogue Beasts have no respect for us at all! This time it was the Iron-eating Beast Clan. Which clan or tribe will be next?"
"We came prepared this time, but they still beat us to it. Next time, we might not get a warning in advance..."
Everyone's expression was grim. They felt a mix of sorrow, desolation, helplessness, and regret that a once-mighty clan like the Iron-eating Beasts had fallen into such a state. But more than that, they worried that their own factions would become the next target for this pack of Rogue Beasts.
The Iron-eating Beast Clan's situation was unknown. Before them was a thick fog with a powerful stupefying effect. The crowd lingered outside, momentarily undecided on whether to risk going in.
The groups arriving behind them also rushed over. Hearing the situation, they stood silently outside, watching helplessly.
