Later that day, night in a forest.
A man is seen bent over, brandishing a spear. Around him are faintly lit fires which illuminates the place. There are also some men talking In groups.
Suddenly, someone rushed in and bows before him. He paused and looked down at the man before muttering with a deep voice. "Get up."
The man nodded and did as told but still had his eyes lowered onto the ground.
"What could've made you scramble in here like one being chased by an angry mob?" The man snorted.
The one who stood before him tried to leverage his breathing. "Something has happened. Something really bad!"
His voice was quite audible and thanks to the serenity of the night, everyone around heard him.
The one brandishing his spear now looked up from it and straightened his back. "What
