When Derek finally regained consciousness, the village tribe was already bustling with activity. They were diligently rebuilding the damaged structures and solemnly burying the unfortunate souls who had not survived the night's harrowing events.
His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in the familiar confines of his home. Zachariah and Rachel were by his side, their faces lit up with joy as they eagerly awaited his awakening. Without hesitation, they pounced on him, enveloping him in a tight, heartfelt embrace.
Derek, along with his family, had transitioned from being unknown members of the tribe to celebrated figures within the village. The blood, sweat, and sacrifice he had poured into protecting his people over the past three years had earned him their respect and gratitude.