Go-shoo-shoo's army had been annihilated.

They hadn't been repelled. They hadn't had the opportunity to retreat either. They had been eradicated without a single survivor.

The corpses on Go-shoo-shoo's territory rose as Undead as the Immortal rebuilt his once feared army.

Meanwhile, the refugees who had hidden from Go-shoo-shoo watched this happen with apprehension. 

"I don’t believe it. This is the prelude to a calamity."

"That's right. What reason does the Immortal have for helping us?"

The fear and repulsion they held toward the Immortal was almost an instinct. Many people here had lost family in the war with Alandal. They hadn’t even been able to recover their corpses when they were turned into Undead. 

Melody had gathered as many people as she could, but they were understandably nervous. Even the heroes, touted as the hope of the coalition, were confused at what was happening. 

"What’s his endgame?"

"I don't believe it. You’re telling me that he’s doing this without expecting any payment in return?"

Melody was doing her best to field all their questions. She thoroughly understood where they were coming from. She too had once been in their place. She looked at the six heroes that had gathered. 

Graham, Tauric and Latasha were present. Then there was the young king of the Honshoo kingdom Kontz, Orc chieftain Krueger and the Dwarf King Raul...