Dawn had barely arrived when Liam reached the Dark Heaven Tribe a few days later.
Needless to say, the place was a mess.
Huge lizards and centipedes encircled the Tribe, handling both the surface and the ground beneath.
Tribesmen and slaves ran everywhere to set up defenses and relocate assets. Metal spikes and barriers had surrounded the Tribe, and most habitations had been taken down. The oasis had become a barren gathering point, as if knowing that nothing would be left of it.
The palace was the only relatively untouched place. It now glowed constantly with a dim silver hue, enveloping it in an ominous aura, feeling like a proper fortress and, probably, the last line of defense.
Liam didn't know the specifics and didn't need to ask. The Tribe was preparing to abandon the place while also wanting to inflict as much damage as possible on the invaders. Anything the imminent battle didn't need was probably already gone.
