Virala Shocks the Mammoth Clan

It was the last day of the contest. The majority of the teams began to return, carrying with them their game. The expressions of the team members varied.

Some teams were brimming with joy, having had a successful harvest. There were teams brimming with envy and jealousy, for thanks to their misjudgement, they were countered by the Centingers and had to flee instead.

There were also teams with saddened expressions, having had casualties. They either targeted strong colonies or a colony with a Millinger.

The expressions of the teams filled exclusively with the Settlement Leaders were twisted, having had brutal battles with the Millingers. The eggs were close to hatching. And hence, they couldn't go for another round into the Red-Draft River.

'Hmm, good.' Raaha observed the exploits of the various teams and watched as they submitted their haul. Raaha personally inspected their conditions and only accepted eggs where the hatchling within was alive.