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The three elders of the Icefield Giant Bear Tribe stepped out of the tent and stopped outside...

At that moment, the military camp of a full hundred thousand men gradually fell silent like a sleeping beast. Yet farther away, within Relic Gorge, the revelry remained as lively as ever. Enormous bonfires surged into the sky, staining the heavens red, while tens of thousands of people sang and danced around them, celebrating their rebirth.

In the most conspicuous place among them stood the seven enormous stone water vats the people had brought up from underground. At this moment, those seven huge vats had become sacred objects. Countless people knelt beside them in prayer, while even more tried to squeeze their way close, all for the chance to touch with their own hands those holy objects that had witnessed a miracle.

Beside the Icefield Giant Bear Tribe's military camp, there was another group sitting quietly. Unlike the Icefield Giant Bear Tribe warriors, who had begun forcing themselves to sleep as soon as they heard the lights-out call, they were not resting. Nor were they celebrating like the people in Relic Gorge. They simply sat there—quietly seated beyond the warning line of the great camp, silently watching the tents.

Those people had come with Peter. When the Icefield Giant Bear Tribe warriors welcomed Peter here, they had followed as well. No one had told them to come; they had simply come of their own accord. After being stopped by the Icefield Giant Bear Tribe warriors, they quietly sat down outside the camp. No clamor, no sound, no celebration. Their eyes merely followed the direction in which Peter had disappeared as they sat cross-legged in silence, like statues.

Among them were warriors from tribes throughout the eastern Ice and Snow Wilderness, Prospectors, and all