Old Bar held the map made of beast skin with both hands, a legacy from his ancestors bought with blood and life.
The black mist around the Black Forest wasn't retreating for the first time. This mist would disappear for a period at specific times, sometimes for three to five days, sometimes up to half a month.
The intervals between the mist's disappearances were long, and with the Yasenman tribe's civilization becoming increasingly backward, information was lost. In later times, it was mostly passed on by word of mouth. Moreover, with the appearance of the Insect Tribe, the lifespan of the Yasenman People drastically shortened. So by the time of Old Bar, the situation inside the Black Forest was only half-understood.
Cold disaster, Undead, Dark King, Assimilation — these were all the information Old Bar knew, but the terrain inside the Black Forest was recorded very clearly by the Yasenman tribe.
"We're not in danger for now."
Old Bar spoke.
"Not in danger?"
