The crimson sun added a brilliant splash of color to the clear sky. Its seven colors merged into dazzling white light, while a few clouds like snow-white sheep drifted across the vast blue heavens.
The wind roared, sweeping relentlessly across the land.
In the central Arathi Highlands, it raged with particular ferocity.
Whooooooo!!!!!!
It sounded like the shrill howl of a wild beast. Rex stood quietly, a row of beast carcasses laid out before him.
Looking at the carcasses, he shook his head slightly. Not enough. This still isn't enough food.
Roughly ten full days had passed since Chromie's last visit. Over those ten days, the Arathi Tribe had developed rapidly, changing with each passing day.
Since they had occupied the Troll Tribe's territory, their ring-shaped valley was quite spacious. The buildings alone could accommodate over ten thousand people.
As the Arathi Tribe expanded, there was no need to worry about housing. As long as they took care of food, everything else could be left alone.
Food was a scarce resource in every tribe. Many people received no share at all, and there were also plenty of wandering humans who formed groups of a few people and roamed from place to place.
These people were the main source of recruits for the Arathi Tribe's expansion.
Although only ten days had passed, the Arathi Tribe already had around five hundred humans.
There were not many women among them, and the ratio was rather uneven.
Its population had grown far more than tenfold. The chief reason it had gained so many people in such a short time was that most were not young, able-bodied adults. Many were old or weak.
Young, able-bodied adults were the core population of every tribe, its pillars and foundation. Luring them away was no easy task. The