Max's heavy footsteps led the entire clan through the forest behind him. They had gathered every last scrap of food they could carry, while the farm animals trailed beside them, tethered tightly by ropes. As they glanced back at the place they had called paradise for over a year, many could not hold back their tears.
Max had reclaimed every drop of mana he had once poured into the land. The trees and crops withered and died, leaving behind nothing but a barren, desolate wasteland for the invaders to discover. It also ensured that Henry would gain nothing from this place should he ever return. This had been Max's creation, and no one would be allowed to enjoy its bounty unless he permitted it.
"Chief, what is our next destination?" Marcus asked from the side. Ever since he had been the first to submit to Max, he had stayed close to him. He had seen a chance to be part of something greater and seized it. If he could become the new chief's right hand, his life would feel complete.
