Night fell, and a profound darkness surged from the horizon, enveloping the cacti at the foothills. Flecks of crow cries echoed through the rugged mountains, and the simple encampment reflected the everlasting bonfires, imparting a profound desolation.
Ozoma stood alone atop the watchtower of the encampment. The balance in his heart swayed back and forth, just like the flames he saw before him.
"Great Chief!"
The Red Monkey Chieftain sighed deeply.
In recent days, the southern Allied Forces' offensive had been blocked by the forbidding vanguard encampment. Hundreds of Otomi Warriors were lost beneath the valley's camps, and more than a dozen enemy nobility fell!
Chichika Great Chief was quite invigorated, sent an envoy to praise Ozoma, and timely delivered the first batch of a thousand reinforcements. The Great Chief himself convened the valley's tribes, both to gather manpower and to prepare for a grand sacrifice.