The lesser must follow the greater

The Western Black Forest.

Amidst the mountains and forests, a large cave lay hidden.

This cave was home to the Ironbone Giants, their entire tribe concealed within its depths.

At this moment, the Ironbone Tribe had lost nearly half of its bloodline warriors. Although the cave provided shelter, during the dark beast tides, it had also become a frequent haunt for dark creatures like Blind Spiders. 

As a result, Thundar Ironbone, the chieftain of the Ironbone Tribe, wore a grim expression.

"Chieftain, the dark beast tides have receded. Should we organize the tribe to go out hunting?"

"Elder Brogan, it's not the right time yet. The snow outside hasn't fully melted."

"But chieftain, our supplies are nearly gone. We can only last another day at most, and the young ones in the tribe can't afford to go hungry!"

Hearing this, Thundar Ironbone felt helpless.