"The Isaiah Clan Leader has awakened."
As a middle-aged woman walked out of the largest house and shouted, the previously somber atmosphere in the entire village instantly lifted.
"Thank the Stars, thank the God of the Prairie."
Everyone who heard the news clasped their hands in prayer, thanking the stars.
This was the best news the White Armor Clan had heard in days.
The aftermath of the Beast Tide had already passed, with the White Armor Tribe having lost 132 warriors, and more than 300 wounded.
For this small tribe of only 2,000 people, the numbers of casualties were already quite severe.
Moreover, with the formal confrontation with the Red Stone Tribe, the White Armor Tribe was now in a state of isolation with no assistance.
In these few short days, the consecutive changes left people overwhelmed, and brought unprecedented pressure to every clan member.
