Kapitel 198: Ready For War!

In the heart of the Silver Mane Tribe, the sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the council hall. The room, adorned with the tribe's insignia, echoed with the weight of impending decisions. Logan, the chief, sat regally in his high-backed chair, his demeanor a mix of authority and contemplation. Flanking him were his trusted advisors; Begon, with his keen eyes, Kro, whose anxiety barely masked his excitement, and , Lots ever the stoic presence.

"Chief, is it true what we've heard?" Kro asked, his voice tinged with a blend of eagerness and apprehension. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the others leaned in, awaiting Logan's response.

Logan regarded them calmly, his gaze steady. "This information comes from the Duskin tribe," he replied, the weight of his words hanging in the air.