The Tribal territory, the so called Cursed Triangle.
Inside a dark dimension, beside a bank that was washed flat by a giant river, there was a double-story pavilion built from mahogany. Hundreds of soldiers with various armors were standing under the pavilion with full attention.
On the second story of the pavilion, six people were drinking and enjoying themselves together.
According to how they were dressed up, they should have some kinds of status in the tribe. They were surrounded by a group of beautiful girls with the standard tribal tan, big chest, plump hips, and a bold style of clothing.
This was the territory of the Gryphon’s Tribe. Those six people were the sons of the Old Lion from the tribe.
The Old Lion already lived in seclusion, but he was still observing which of his sons could be the next patriarch of the Gryphon’s tribe. Therefore, all of his sons were trying hard to appeal to him.
All of the sudden~