Magic

"Our tribesmen have never given up on the idea of migrating. From the day we lived here, from the day the Nightmares attacked the tribe."

"Over the past two hundred years, we have initiated countless migrations, almost every few decades. The most recent migrations happened ten years ago, and many of our tribesmen have experienced it."

"But no matter where we move, those Nightmares will never let us go. Mountains, lakes, grasslands, they will find us anywhere and attack us. Without the help of the magic arrays, our tribesmen outside have no ability to resist them."

Heath raised his eyebrows. "They will find you every time? Is it always like this?"

Shaman Kerza nodded. "Yes, every time."