After cutting down the last undead, Shura turned to check on her companions. 0

“Is everyone okay?”0

Everyone lay sprawled across the ground, catching their breath, wounded all over. Thankfully, no one seemed to have suffered a grave injury.0

Some bore deeper wounds than others, but they’d heal soon enough. The Mahal Tribe's resilience, bolstered by divine blessings, was remarkable.0

Meanwhile, Jamel expressed his gratitude to Ashunaga, “Thank you… Ashunaga, was it?”0

“Yes.”0

If Ashunaga hadn’t brought the shadow soldiers, they wouldn’t have made it through the fight unscathed. Apparently, these soldiers were under their benefactor’s command. Jamel scratched his head, feeling awkward about relying on Kim Do-Joon’s help once again.0

“Mister!”0

At that moment, Shura ran over to them.0

“What is it?” Jamel asked.0

“This isn’t the time to relax! We need to see the chief right away!”0

“What?” Jamel frowned in confusion.0

Shura quickly explained the eerie similarity she had sensed between the aura of the undead they had just fought and the visiting tribe’s guests.0

Neither Jamel nor Fuad had picked up on any such thing from the guests. It could have easily been dismissed as a child’s imagination, but Jamel’s expression turned serious.0

“You’ve always had a sharp instinct, haven’t you?” Jamel muttered.0

Shura’s intuition had proven trustworthy in the past, and despite her youth, she was a warrior who had already undergone her coming-of-age ceremony. Besides, the Mahal Tribe never took a warrior’s words lightly,...0