Late at night, the world was silent.
The monsters moved swiftly, already setting up the basic tents.
The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the low hills, coating the gradually forming mine below with a layer of silver frost. The Dragon Claw of Iron Dragon Solrog pressed against the rock wall, eyes slightly closed, meticulously sensing the vibrations deep within the ore vein.
Suddenly.
The Kola Giant Eagle circling in the sky let out a sharp screech, a warning that intruders were approaching.
Groups of Centaurs did not hide their tracks, advancing openly and honorably from the edge of the pine forest.
The Iron Dragon rose up, its gaze sweeping over those Centaurs, then flapping its wings and taking to the sky, followed closely by the Clan Guards who quickly grabbed their weapons.
"Centaurs, hold!"
"Ahead lies the territory of the Molten Iron Clan."
The Iron Dragon circled in the sky, looking down at the Centaurs, issuing a deep, booming warning like thunder from its mouth.
