"Chief! Chief! The borders!"
Soldiers rush into the quarters of the Great Tribe Chief, their faces filled with sweat as they tell him the grim news.
"W-what?!" He gasps, spitting out his meal and jumping to his feet. "T-that can't be!"
Receiving the information with wide open eyes, he feels beads of sweat trickling down his face.
For a moment, he is paralyzed.
He tries to process the information with as much composure as he can. After all, he is the Chief of the Great Northern Tribe.
But his facade quickly crumbles when he thinks about their predicament for more than two seconds.
He knows…
'This… this is very bad!'
"Inform all the Ministers! We are having an emergency meeting!"
"Yes, Chief!"
While the warriors leave his residence, he hurriedly gets dressed and departs from his room. He barks a few more orders before finally completing his dress-up and leaving for the Grand Dome.
Upon entering the grand meeting hall, he already finds the other Ministers present.
