Laura Croft returned twice that night.
The first time was at nine in the evening, the second at midnight.
Supiluliumas and the sentries of Camila's team slipped like ghosts past the hall filled with sleeping tribal warriors to meet her and Amon. The former had come to confirm the progress of the exploration and report it to S.W.O.R.D.'s command center lingering in orbit, while the latter ensured that the other members of Camila's team were kept informed. Laura Croft was also quite willing to use the Praetorian Guard's powerful language system to solve the puzzles.
The rainforest climate was humid and stifling, and the natives did not need much clothing to keep warm. Their garments were all quite light. This lack of a concept of clothing had also meant that the natives had rarely invented armor to defend against attacks throughout history. Even during the Inca Empire, they had only used helmets made of wood, copper, bronze, rattan, or animal hide, adding cotton padding or small wooden plates to their battle robes for extra protection.
But tonight, Enuratu had no choice but to order more fires lit to illuminate the darkness. She had to ward off the temperature drop caused by the frequent torrential rains, soothe the elderly and children awakened by the earthquake with hot food, and then force the tribal warriors to continue resting. She declared that tomorrow would be the day of the final battle. The ancient Great Enemy was already approaching, and every warrior had to prepare to fight to the death for their families.
Supiluliumas watched the woman with admiration. He found that Enuratu had done her best within the limits of her knowledge. Even though she already knew the truth, she had still chosen the method most capable of uniting the people and raising