Outside Doma City, a vast multitude of forest people had gathered beneath the towering giant tree.
They wore armor made of vines and wood, held long spears embedded with emerald-green crystals, and stood imposingly atop roots that rose and fell like winding mountain ranges.
The young, able-bodied warriors of every forest tribe had gathered here. They were the bravest hunters and fighters in the entire forest.
As far as the eye could see—
That surging sea of people numbered no fewer than twenty thousand, perhaps even thirty thousand!
Since the day of the first Judgment, this was the first time such a massive army had been assembled on this land.
In a tribal age where writing had yet to be invented, such a number was even more unimaginable.
Looking at the endless military formation, Tunnan felt his blood surge.
Driven by the swelling emotions all around him, he stood high above them, raised his booming voice, and cried out fervently to the ferocious army that resembled a sea of forest.
"Children of the forest—!"
"Not only have the sinners burned our sacred tree and stolen the sacred soil bestowed upon us by the Tree of Insoff, they have also brazenly stolen the treasure of the heavens and taken the holy relic that belongs to the Ancestor!"
"To spare the forest from disaster and prevent the coming of the third Judgment Day, we must reclaim the holy relic in their hands! Reclaim our sacred land! End the root cause of this calamity once and for all, for the sake of our descendants!"
"It is time to settle the grievances from the dawn of the Awakening Era!"
That deafening roar shook the entire forest and stirred the hearts of every forest person present.
It was also an ability bestowed upon him by