Poor Excuse

As noon approached, the sun grew intense.

Mateo, holding a cup of watermelon juice, strolled leisurely to the cabin.

In just one morning, Mateo had almost completely assessed the situation on the island.

Several small to mid-sized factions had emerged, clearly backed by some new sponsors. These people were beaming as if reborn.

In contrast, the established major forces looked worried, seeking alliances to resist the newcomers.

Each time the Shadow Arrival descends,...