Fated Darkness

Cold Tide seemed to realize that the emergence of the Light Plague was abnormal.

He looked at Mo Ling, then studied the tiny black dot in his hand for a while, but ultimately said nothing.

"Han Qin, go inform everyone. We need to prepare for a counterattack..."

Hearing the leader's words, Han Qin froze for a moment. Once she came back to her senses, she hurriedly acknowledged him and ran into the distance.

After Han Qin left, Cold Tide slowly leaned toward Mo Ling and lowered himself. The fur on his massive body draped directly over Mo Ling.

"You're not from the Polar Night Tribe, are you?"

His startling question left Mo Ling unsure how to answer for a moment.

Just as Mo Ling was considering how to bluff his way through, Cold Tide spoke again:

"Whether you are or not doesn't matter. You completed your mission very well."

Cold Tide lightly touched Mo Ling's shoulder.

"The Polar Night Tribe, the Cold Night Tribe, and all the other tribes scattered throughout the darkness share the same wish: to one day counterattack the flames, return to our homeland, and rebuild that powerful Tribal Alliance."

"Darkness's revenge is inevitable. The flames have hunted us for a long time, driving our people into dead, silent plains, dangerous canyons, and terrifying regions where survival was nearly impossible..."

"We had no way to deal with it. None of our abilities worked before that firelight; they would even be warped into twisted forms by it. We could only keep running, keep running, constantly migrating."

"We need hope—hope that can bring darkness down upon the world again. It doesn't matter how that hope came to be, whether it was fictional or forcibly fabricated. As long as it exists, it can make every tribe rise again."

"It isn't