Chương 679: Scales

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It's the dead of the night within the Blue Mountain Tribe and everyone was staying inside the comfort of their own home. 

Night time in the tribe was always laced with a ominous vibe. Apart from the horror stories spread amongst tribesmen, they could also hear the howls of demonic beasts, causing the atmosphere to be tensed. Even under the protection of the Berserker Elders, many people still refuse to let down their guard completely since one can truly never know what to expect in a place like this. 

The elders never issued a curfew, it's the people who created one simply because of fear. This is why when night falls, the whole tribe is like a deserted place. It's creepy and eerie, nobody would want to he there. 

Well, all with the exception of Little Tiger really...

"They're afraid, that can't be helped I guess." He murmured as he stepped out of his 'house'. "Well, this works for me."