The long wind swept across the vast highland, and the mountain ridges undulated under the far-off sky. The rainy season had passed, and the land was dry once more. Columns of dust rose from the marching armies, morphing into different shapes in the air. A skilled general needed only to gaze from afar to know the size of the troops.
Under the escort of a few red-haired guards, Chichika climbed the highest hill to overlook the battle situation in the valley.
Chichika was not yet forty, with a full forehead, fierce eyes, and a sharp facial structure, carrying the power of a seasoned warrior. His face bore the deep marks of windswept wilderness; following tribal tradition, his cheeks were painted with red tattoos. He was draped in a rugged wolf robe, with a spiritual wolf's paw hanging around his neck and the feathers of birds of prey tied to his arms. At a glance, one could tell that this was a battle-hardened chieftain with a wealth of experience in the wilderness.
