As the early dawn light barely touched the horizon, Lyerin stood just outside the Stonehooves Tribe's territory to check the city.
The soft hum of distant wind was the only sound for miles. His brow furrowed as he glanced at the mission notification floating in his mind's eye.
Ding!
To become a level one tribe, the host must invite at least twenty hoofed creatures to the area of the Eldritch Stonehooves Tribe.
He huffed a quiet sigh of disbelief.
"Hmmm, it's really inviting again huh?" Lyerin mumbled. His gaze drifted to the abandoned city surrounding him, then back to the virtual notification.
The ruined magical world wasn't the same as this world, but he accepted that. He clenched his fists.