The night passed slowly, as Thirteen laid down on Giga Chad's back.
Having nothing to do, he gazed at the stars in the sky and sighed.
After being the System of countless Hosts, he had seen countless starry-skies, each one just as unique as the others.
The Tigerkin Army, the Barbarian Army, and the Orc Army had all retreated a mile away from the battlefield, with the intention of fighting each other when morning came.
Anwir had done well in raising the morale of the Tigerkins, allowing Netero to convince the Barbarian King and the Orc King that it would be unwise to fight right now when their morale was low, and their soldiers tired from their long march.
Perhaps, the two Kings knew this as well, so they decided to agree to his proposal to retreat and make camp.
Even though there was an eerie calm that hung in the air, it wouldn't change the fact that the situation could change at any point during the night.
