Two days later, the soldiers who had gone out to fight returned to the tribe. The green urns filled with ashes of their fallen comrades added another layer of sadness to the tribe. Humanity had been through a hundred battles in the desolate wilds, shedding blood in every fight. People must stand guard over the lands beneath them and the women and children behind them. This is a test of blood and fire, something that generation after generation of the human bloodline has sworn to uphold with their lives.
The soldiers that returned after just over ten days of fighting felt as if a lifetime had passed. The familiar city, the Qing Stone houses of their fellow tribesmen, brought them a touch of warmth, for perhaps it won't be long before the Gu Yuan Tribe will face enemies on all sides, losing their footing in the Great Wasteland.