C883 Hunting Day

Roar, roar, roar!

A group of strapping men swung their stone sabers, converging in the heart of the tribe.

They exuded a fierce presence, thirty strong!

Leading them was Ann Da, a feather tucked into his headband as he cast a sidelong glance toward the Magus' tent, where a new tent was taking shape.

Today marked the Hunting Day on the Desolate Continent