Karl had no way to send a message back to the Silver Mane Tribe telling them of the plans brewing against the tribe.
Ever since he had boldly stepped into the presence of Arar, the formidable chief of the Adik tribe, he felt a pair of watchful eyes tracking his every move. The tension was palpable, and he had grown increasingly cautious. For nearly a month, he had severed all contact with the other infiltrators within the Adik tribe, desperate to avoid detection.
Now, he couldn't shake the regret of having revealed himself to Arar too soon.
The Adik tribe had surprisingly allied with the Cardia tribe, and Karl found himself wondering if the Silver Mane Tribe could withstand such a formidable coalition.
Just then, a youthful voice pierced the silence. "Is Karl here?"
Karl quickly masked his anxiety, rushing to the door. Standing there was Artom, the young chief of the Adik tribe.
He immediately adopted a respectful demeanor. "Greetings, Lord Young Chief Artom!"