News of the Flood Dragon Tribe's revived Life Tree spread like wildfire, reaching every nearby tribe. Naturally, it also reached the ears of the Chameleon Clan, who lay in wait in the shadows.
Deep within a massive, damp, and frigid cavern, the light was dim. The only faint illumination came from a few clusters of moss that emitted a ghastly green glow.
Seated upon a throne roughly hewn from enormous Stalactites and Obsidian was Kui Ze, the Clan Leader of the Chameleon Clan.
His frame was almost lean, but the scales covering his entire body had a flowing, unsettling dark gold sheen, like molten metal.
Right now, that sheen flickered as his chest heaved violently. His vertical, reptilian, dark yellow pupils burned with a rage that could incinerate everything.
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" Kui Ze's voice was hoarse and sharp, like a snake hissing, and it echoed throughout the vast cavern.
