Bright sunlight poured down from the sky, its rays glancing off the buildings in countless gleams that gave them an almost sacred air. Rex stood atop one of the buildings, looking down over the entire Arathi Tribe.
Some time had passed, and the Arathi Tribe had begun to get on track.
The tribe's population grew every day.
Evely had also become a capable assistant to Rex, keeping all the tribe's affairs orderly and well managed, without a trace of confusion.
This told Rex that Evely's former identity was no simple matter, but Rex was not someone who pried into everything.
Leaving the tribe's tedious affairs to Evely suited Rex far better. He did not have much time to deal with them, and his days now followed a strict routine.
Training himself, then drilling the troops.
Those were the only two things he did. He left everything else alone.
All the Arathi Tribe's affairs were handled by Evely and the others.
The Arathi Tribe had now grown to around a thousand people. Drawn by the food, large numbers of humans naturally came of their own accord.
Yet among those thousand people, once the elderly, weak, women, and children were excluded, there were not many able-bodied young men-just over a hundred, not even two hundred. They accounted for less than a fifth of the population.
There was nothing to be done about that. Able-bodied young men were the lifeblood of every tribe. Unless their tribe had been destroyed, no tribe would give them permission to come to the Arathi Tribe.
"General!" Evely stood below the building and called up loudly to Rex.
"What is it?" Rex hopped lightly off the building and landed below, bending his knees slightly to absorb the impact before asking Evely beside him.
"There's been movement in the