Rasmus walked out of the carriage and saw something that had never happened in other continents. He looked down the cliff where two groups of warriors, each representing the clans they belonged to. He watched them swing their swords like butchers, cutting each other's throat and gut until their insides burst out of their stomachs. He noticed the uniforms they wore, those were the same as the one he saw from the secluded village on the base of the mountain.
"Those two clans again," Anastasha crossed her arms as she looked down at the grass that had been smeared and dirtied with blood and chunks of flesh. "Looks like the war between these two clans are going to happen soon," she pointed out.
"To think they didn't wear a single armor is disturbing," Serena furrowed her brows. "Every other continent, they wear armor to prevent wounds and injuries like that."
