Chapter 68: The Division of Groups

In the hidden town nestled within the protective embrace of the mountain, morning emerged with the subtle promise of a new day. Light filtered through the unseen crevices, casting a gentle glow that awakened the supernatural inhabitants from their slumber.

Within the confines of the hall assigned to Gray, a centaur entered. He was one whose imposing presence spoke of authority and he came to abruptly shatter the tranquil morning.

The rhythmic beats of a small drum in his hand echoed through the air, each strike carrying the brusque command to rouse from slumber. The harsh resonance cut through the peaceful stillness like a call to action.

"Wake up, you maggots!" The Centaur's voice, gruff and commanding, reverberated through the hall. His disdain for the idleness of sleep was evident in every word. "Do you think the water drop town feeds useless maggots? Wake up and make for your daily bread."