Seven millennia ago, the mist-heavy valleys of the Far East bore witness to a convergence unlike any other. Along the winding banks of the Great River, the emerald peaks of ancient China stood as silent sentinels over a sea of flickering campfires.
From the dense jungles of the south and the frigid highlands of the north, the Ape Tribes had traveled thousands of miles. Their tents, crafted from heavy skins and woven bamboo, dotted the riverbanks in a sprawling mosaic of factions. This was the Great Council of Primates: a moment of desperate unity in a world increasingly scarred by the erratic shadows of early mankind. They had come not for war, but for an answer: could they endure a future shared with man, or was a separate path required for their survival?
