Quark, the proud and seasoned chief of the Kant tribe, stood at the center of the village, his mind racing. Despite his usual calm, a knot of dread tightened in his chest. He was a fifth-level warrior, respected by his people, and known for his strength, but even he could not deny the growing unease.
The situation was dire.
He barked out orders, his voice rough with urgency. "Quick! Recall all the soldiers from the fire lines! Every commander, rally your men! We must prepare to defend the tribe!"
The Beastmen guards, all with fear mirrored in their wide eyes, saluted sharply. "Yes, Chief!" They turned on their heels and dashed away, their hurried steps echoing in the village as they spread the command.
Quark's hands moved swiftly as he buckled his armor, strapping on each piece with a practiced efficiency. But no amount of armor could shield the creeping sense of doom. His thoughts spun relentlessly: ‘Who are these attackers?’