Chester and the others immediately snapped out of their initial shock and cheered in extreme excitement.

The North Moana Army had joined them, and their concerns over a civil war had been eradicated. They were happy because they could finally focus on their true enemy—the Raksasa Tribe. Darryl also smiled from ear to ear as he swiftly made arrangements to combine the North Moana Army's camp with theirs. Then he ordered everyone to return to their tent to rest.

The previous battles had caused tremendous casualties, and they needed to heal before they planned their strategies against the Raksasa Tribe.

Once everything was settled, Darryl was about to head back to his tent for some well-deserved rest when a soldier spotted a shadow that lurked outside of camps. He called out, "Who is there?"

Simultaneously, everyone turned and focused their attention on the direction where the shadow was spotted. A figure slowly approached from the dark; his bald head stood out, and exhaustion loom