Chapter 279: War, and Excessive Concern
The afternoon sky was devoid of sunlight, with thick, dark clouds pressing against the horizon and a wind that carried a bone-chilling cold.
War was already close at hand.
The Staya Tribe camp was eerily quiet, the usual noisy chatter of the people having vanished completely.
Everyone was waiting in tense anticipation.
Ansu looked up at the cloud-covered sky, thinking that while the weather had been quite nice just a moment ago, it had turned into the calm before a storm in the blink of an eye.
Gulzan certainly knew how to set the atmosphere.
Suddenly, he felt a tremor in the ground.
It was faint at first, then grew increasingly violent and distinct, until even the wooden lookout tower beneath his feet began to sway slightly.
The war had begun.