For two days and two nights, the Grimjaw Forest burned.
The fire left great devastation. What was once a lush forest had become a charred wasteland.
Smoke was still rising from the ground, creating a thick blanket of haze that covered the fortress of Aslan Soleil.
Fortunately, the Aslan Tribe, the Ravage Tribe, and their guests were safe. The smoke couldn't penetrate inside the mountain, and the strong winds prevented it from getting close the Hidden Valley.
In the past two days, the Darkmane Tribe had busied themselves in building their siege weapons, which they would use to break the walls of their enemy.
Right now, time wasn't on their side. But they understood their situation. Fighting while the forest was still suffering from the aftermath of the fire would not be advantageous to them.
With that, the only thing they could do was launch their projectiles from a safe distance, hoping they could at least breach the defenses that stood in their way.
