War is ahead.

Zhi Rui sat on a ruble where her tent used to be.

the rain wasn't as thick as before, only small droplets fell.

Sandworm kept laughing and telling jokes, something so alien you could see the surprise on the people's eyes. they laughed and nodded along.

'He's showing his nervousness, to incur sympathy and goodwill.' Zhi Rui thought.

Blue amethyst, for once, wasn't talking to the warriors or working on her image, she was playing a game with her son and his friends while laughing lightly with the elders.

Zhi Rui squinted her eyes, "She's truly nervous."

The people were all doing their best to focus on the booze, but clearly, the nerves were too taut to relax.

The lizard tribe had the triple of their numbers, it couldn't even be considered a fight, the only thing that kept them on the ideal was the image of Zhi Rui killing twenty men as if they were nothing. That was the only reason they were fighting.

The winner is venerated after all.