C83 !

The Nakang Tribe, a small tribe under the House Vermilion Bird, was quiet except for a lone figure who stumbled out of a modest felt tent on the outskirts. Nima, rubbing his sore eyes, couldn't stop muttering curses under his breath.

The night was impenetrably dark, so much so that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face.

Staring into the pitch-black sky, Nima was puzzled