"Alert the Elders," The Chieftian barked, his voice tight with urgency. "We have a situation."
The arrival of the spectral note sent shockwaves through the Infernal Steller Smith Tribe's leadership. A tense council was convened, the weight of the message hanging heavy in the air. The threat was undeniable, the consequences dire. Yet, a nagging suspicion lingered.
"This message," Elder Groth rumbled, his voice laced with suspicion, "it speaks of the Scarlet Slaughtering Star. How could this outsider possess such knowledge?"
Fury erupted within the chamber. The contents of the spectral note were met with a cacophony of shouts and accusations. Fingers were pointed, blame thrown. "The Scarlet Slaughtering Star!" roared one Elder, his voice dripping with venom. "That accursed goddess! She brought this upon us!"