"Our ancestors died in shame and ordered their descendants not to go out, for we had no face to meet the other loyal Five Clans. Even after so many years, we continued to abide by the ancestral teachings, never communicating with the outside world, repenting our mistakes in each cycle of bloodlines... If it weren't for a sudden change in the tribe, we would never have left," Clan Chief Dal said with a serene expression. Beside him, the Snow Fox Species elder closed his eyes, seemingly struggling with the words he was about to say next,
"A month or two ago, we rescued a human climber on Snow Mountain. It was solely out of respect for life that we reached out to save him, but after we sent him away, a strange disease suddenly spread among our people... Some tribespeople had fevers and severe body aches, and some more severely affected developed black pustules. Over the past month, nearly half of our tribe has been infected..."
