An Entire Army

Having been in the Behemoth Clan himself, Brack knew the methods of the clan. He had gone on quite a few expeditions with the teams, and this would often be their tactic when fighting against other clans or in a scuffle.

They would send one of the opponent's dead back to them. Usually, to strike even more fear, it would be someone of high caliber or importance. In this case, Brack just knew it was one of the wanderer guards stationed farther out.

Placed in the towers up ahead, which were built after they experienced the first attack, Brack feared the Behemoth Clan was already incredibly close.

"Head to Yarlston, tell him the Behemoth Clan is coming, quick!" Brack said, grabbing his fellow guard's shirt.

"Wait, how do you know it was the Behemoth Clan's doing? It could have been anyone, or even bandits, who knows!" the guard replied.

"If it isn't them, then I'll take responsibility. Just report to him now!" Brack said.