This... this...
Nightingale was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth.
She remembered clearly, the day before yesterday when she left, the Rock Cave Tribe was still bustling. How could it have turned into this?
This... did Wood's companions really do this?
The answer was already obvious.
Because from a distance, Nightingale could still see some tall figures shuttling through the ruins.
They were elves, and their equipment was inferior to what Nightingale had seen before. Some of them wore simple linen robes and wooden armor.
These elves wandered in the ruins, seemingly picking through and searching for something...
Occasionally, she could see someone excitedly start to rummage through and pull out some junk from the ruins, then take it to an array not far away.
Nightingale: ...
She vaguely recognized that it seemed to be a sacrificial array.
Were these elves offering items to some mysterious being?
Wait... weren't those things they were sacrificing just trash?!
