Although the rain still poured without pause, the sun continued its crawl beneath the horizon and the rainforest canopy, waiting for the moment it would break through the earth. For Enuratu and the Queen's Guard, the last to depart from the rebel camp, the air had grown damp again as countless campfires went out. The shadows that had been driven away came rushing back, fiercer than before. Cold began to spread across their skin. Such an experience was rare for them, and equally frightening and unsettling. Then the feeling was swept away, as though a star radiating comfortable warmth had approached from behind. Giant warriors clad in golden armor surrounded him.
Enuratu inadvertently looked up and met his eyes. They were as black as the deepest void. Her limbs grew heavy and stiff, sweat beading on her forehead, as though her soul had sunk into the heart of the earth and been scorched by blazing magma. Only when the cloaked stranger looked away and partially concealed himself beneath his heavy cloak did the burning hallucination caused by her mind's inability to comprehend him abruptly vanish. The mysterious figure reached out and steadied her by the shoulder, keeping her from walking into the rock wall. This time, Enuratu saw three exquisite gemstone rings of different colors on his hand.
"Lady Enuratu?"
"Oh... oh!" Enuratu nodded as if waking from a great dream. That hand was remarkably warm, allowing her to slowly relax. The mysterious figure seemed somewhat remorseful over Enuratu's lapse, so his tone was gentle, and even his expression had softened somewhat. She wiped the cold sweat from her brow. "I accept the proposal."
"I believe Supiluliumas can lead the tribal warriors to an unprecedented victory." He turned and entered the shadows beyond the campfires with another Praetorian Guard Enuratu