At the end of the passage lay a spacious cavern.
Various watchtowers and two- or three-story platforms had been built against the mountainside.
Several hundred Snowfield Raiders had gathered here.
In the central area stood a two-story platform.
A burly, rough-featured man whose build rivaled even Broun's sat on a beast-hide chair.
A large number of Snow Mountain Raiders stood beside him.
Before him, the raider leader whose shoulder was still bleeding knelt on the ground and spoke to the muscular man seated in the great beast-hide chair.
"Chief, the situation is exactly as I told you. That group is extremely powerful. Just that one assassin felt stronger than even you!"
"I don't know how they found our camp, but those bastards have already fought their way in."
The brawny man in a thick beast-hide coat glanced at him impassively.
"How they found our camp, aren't you clear on that yourself?"
The kneeling leader looked bewildered.
The man on the chair continued, "Savage, you should know that if you had fallen into my hands, you would never have had a chance to escape."
"Yet you escaped from an assassin stronger than me and returned to our territory. You should know what that means, shouldn't you?"
Upon hearing that, the leader on the ground suddenly realized something.
"Damn it! They let me go on purpose! Their goal was to find our camp!"
Terror then appeared in his eyes.
"Chief, I didn't mean to... I didn't know I was being followed. Please forgive me!"
The leader kept banging his head against the ground, begging for his chief's forgiveness.
The man above chuckled. "Don't panic. I already know what they're planning."
"But they won't find it so easy to set their sights on our camp."
"I've already sent people to intercept them, and