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 loomed over his angular features. It was Donoghue.

that not Master Rama’s disciple—Vikara? He had been missing for days. Darryl, Quincy, Parker, and a few others had sent some of their disciples to investigate the situation on the Chaotic Mountain Range. That man had

said, “Where have you been? Where are the others who were with you?

when we encountered a storm. Everyone was dead except for me, but I dared not forget the crisis here in the Chaotic Mountain Range. So

were at the bottom of the sea? Darryl, Quincy, and others felt their heart sank but were empathetic

you have tried your best;

were partly responsible for not thinking it through

too

poor disciple. When Darryl and the others had forgiven him, relief and gratitude emerged from Donoghue’s

that they are being played right now. I was the one who killed every last one of their

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