Either climb to the peak over the corpses of countless creatures, becoming an entity that sits at the head of the "table," using strength to set your own game rules.
Or become the scraps between the teeth of the strong, completely obliterated before you even have time to wail.
The Monster World is not a cradle of tenderness but an arena paved with bones.
He has seen too many clans march towards destruction in their development, their final moments of grandeur lacking any sympathy.
In such a world, giving up is equivalent to suicide.
If you do not wish to climb, naturally other clans will step on your spine to climb upwards.
If you wish to live peacefully in a corner, sooner or later you will become the ant crushed in someone else's territorial expansion.
The Destiny Clan has survived until today not by luck, but by the obsession ingrained in their bones and blood from every generation.
