Day gave way to night, and the passage of several days was marked by the relentless cycle of the rising sun and setting moon. The beasts of the jungle, driven to madness by hunger, were then hunted and captured by the hunters, even more starved than the prey, turning into nourishment within their bellies, quelling their desperate cravings.
Under the deep cover of the night, bonfires lit up throughout Hand Snake City, yet tranquility filled the air. The tribal warriors, bellies rumbling, had to retire early to sleep, hoping to satiate their hunger in dreams. In the heart of the small city stood the large tent of Chieftain Kimari, and beside it, a flag bearing the shield insignia of tribal heritage quietly billowed in the night wind.
