The Warrior Tribe had lost its fire.
They've lost all the good things in the symbols they were born with. The Tribe once heralded for its radiance and warmth is now just wild and consumingly destructive and lost.
Once the bearer isn't worthy anymore, it's just the right thing to do with the element. Cassidy said to herself as she enters the warrior tribe while reminiscing the time she cursed Firmis using the second spirit of the ring.
The tribe is a dry smoky grassland with several hut houses. Its mountains that used to be greens are now smoking bald with deep holes everywhere. Cassidy carefully walks in the grasses looking around, checking out any enemies somewhere. The parching heat adds to the depressing vibe of the land.
Silence.
But Cassidy knows she mustn't believe in all tha
