And so, after those men finished unloading the goods, Little Thorn Wolf handed a thick list to the hands of the Caveman Clan Leader at that moment. Dayan then saw the scene he had vaguely witnessed a few hours earlier while rushing on his way:
The Clan Leader deeply breathed, with his eyes red, took out a shimmering hexagonal crystal from his pocket and handed it to Little Thorn Wolf.
[It's over.]
In less than ten minutes, Dayan's mood plummeted from paradise (though not quite crashing into hell) as he sighed deeply, sitting powerlessly by the crackling campfire, trying to warm his weary heart.
