After a few hours of concentration, Lavinia finally decided to rest.
She felt fearful and anxious for what was about to happen, but she did her best to look calm in front of the other Catkins. The Clawford Tribe instinctively looked up to the Hartwell Clan for support and, as one of them, she mustn't show any signs of fear and weakness.
As long as she stood at the front lines, the Catkins would fight to the death if they had to.
The young lady could have sworn that she had gotten only ten seconds of sleep when she felt a presence that made her eyes open in shock.
The other Catkins, who were also resting, woke up from their slumber and stared fearfully at the north.
A powerful aura of malice and death was emanating from that direction, forcing everyone to stop whatever they were doing.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!" Lavinia shouted as she drew her sword whip from its scabbard, already prepared to fight.
All the Catkins obeyed and readied themselves for battle.
