Soon, the figure of the Withered dissipated, and his cold, mad howls echoed through the forest.
"I'll be back again!"
"I'll be back again tonight!"
"You can't protect them forever!!!"
Then, the injured slave merchants rushed into the forest, screaming, quickly retreating, entangled by strands of Crimson Thorn.
The members of the Beast Ear Clan watched their departing figures but did not pursue.
"..."
They merely dropped their weapons in confusion, their bodies swaying, as if everything felt unreal.
For the Beast Ear Clan, this long first night filled with blood and fire had finally come to an end.
Everything happened so suddenly.
Disaster came suddenly and left just as abruptly.
It took away smiles and joy, leaving behind countless corpses and sorrow.
As the night faded, some of them fell to the ground, clutching the soil stained with the blood of their clan, wailing loudly.
