Both elders were shouting out orders. Silver rays of radiance emitted from their mouth and nostrils, which then turned into ripples of silver luminescence, spreading across the canyons and the jungles. Their voice was deafening, like rolling thunders, echoing between the precipitous cliffs between the towering mountains.
They darted downhills, rushing towards each respective camp.
Having received the order from the elders, leaders of each respective camp hastily committed into appropriate actions. They rallied up all their forces, poised for the ultimate fight.
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The air in the mountains felt hot and oppressive, and the stuffy air almost felt suffocating. The crowd felt as if their chests were subject to some mysterious force firmly pressing down.
There were no dark clouds overlooking in the sky, but people still found it difficult to breathe. There was as if a boulder had been placed on their chest, suffocating them and making their chest tight.