After asking the survivors a few questions and assuring them that help from the Grimhowl Tribe would come soon enough, Gundar mounted his giant hawk and took off to the skies once again.
His destination was none other than the Aslan Tribe. Gundar deliberately chose the fastest route to get there, not even considering the usual path, which the army of the Darkmane Tribe had taken.
Right now, his priority was to get to Grimjaw Mountain before the war so he could ask Leone if he was really the one responsible for the arson of the Darkmane Tribe.
Had Gundar not taken the shortcut to reach his destination, he would've learned that the war had begun before both parties could even meet on the battlefield.
The Darkmane Tribe's army had been marching toward the Grimjaw mountain for a whole week.
Their high morale from the start was no more. Now, a new atmosphere had enveloped their army.
The air was heavy, and the warriors all had unease on their faces.
