บท 149: Evil inside the tribe

After Draven obliterated the horde of undead, the relentless emergence from the ground finally ceased. With the rising sun, the battle between the life tree tribe and the undead army came to an end. The air hung heavy with the odors of blood, decay, and the lingering stench of death.

Sarah skillfully landed the warship on the mountain's summit once again, and she and Draven returned to the tribe. Stepping into Karlan's tent, they found him, Marcella, and a group of elders gathered around a round table on the ground.

Amidst the aftermath of the battle, the tribe members diligently worked to bury the scattered remains of the undead army in deep pits, preventing potential plagues and predators. As they focused on this task, Karlan summoned Draven and Sarah to join him in his tent.

"Please, join us," Karlan's warm smile belied the grim events they had just endured.