Hence Thomas asked, “It seems like you are in some sort of trouble. Do you mind telling me more about it? Perhaps I can be of some help...”
The tribe leader smiled bitterly and said, “It is actually a simple matter. There are a lot of hundred-year trees in the mountain which marks the longevity of the tribe... And now that someone has their eyes on the trees, they will want to cut them down. Without the trees, the tribe will soon perish.”
Everyone had something they depended on for their survival.
The tribe was dependent on the vast unexplored forest, dependent on the hundred-year-old trees for their survival. It tied in to the witch’s Greco black magic. Be it the raw materials of the forest or the material needed for Greco’s black magic, they were all from the forest.
If the forest were to be cut down, it meant that she would no longer be able to use her black magic. It would be impossible if someone wanted to inherit her black magic in the future.
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