The crimson glow of the Blood Moon bathed the land in an eerie, unsettling light, casting long shadows across the Bloodfang Tribe's encampment. The night air was thick with the scent of burning torches, mingling with the raw, primal energy of anticipation that electrified the warriors. M'zurga stood at the forefront, her imposing figure silhouetted against the fiery horizon, muscles taut with readiness and eyes blazing with a fierce, unyielding determination. Her gaze swept over the bustling ca...