C84 Rain Fiend Alliance
The moon had risen high, casting a faint glow on the dimming tree shadows.
A solitary breeze whispered past the grass hut, flattening the soft earth beneath the pressure of footsteps. Ants emerged from the crevices, their antennae quivering.
In the moonlight, blades glinted coldly, their reflections dappling the walls.
A group of some thirty individuals, weapons in hand, encircled the hut
