After the group from the two tribes of Veridia and Solace had been working for a day, the group from the Eldoria and Pyre tribes also arrived.
They brought no goods, and furthermore, their guide already knew the way, so a journey that took Asher's group a month and a half only took them about ten days.
Right from the moment he stepped foot into the tribe, the little orange mouse constantly clinging to Weston's shoulder trembled and burrowed straight into his chest, snuggling deep inside the layer of clothing. The little boy's teeth chattered against each other, making Weston unavoidably worried:
"What's wrong?"
"Brother... Brother Weston... Strong... this tribe is too strong!"
The little mouse sensed many powerful presences that made his soul tremble. There were also two extremely terrifying streams of energy, making him not dare to show his face outside.
