The following day, the sun hung low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the landscape as Evan and his squad awaited the next phase of their mission.
From their vantage point, they had a clear view of the village's entrance, where a group of men emerged, led by the Chief of the Sentinelese tribe. The squad instinctively tensed, preparing for a potential conflict.
Evan's eyes narrowed as he watched curiously, wondering if their plan worked. But…
To Evan's surprise, as the Chief and his entourage approached, they suddenly dropped to their knees, pressing their faces into the dirt.
The sight was both bewildering and unsettling. What he had hoped for was cooperation—what he got was something entirely different. The Chief's voice, laden with deep and trembling with reverence, began to chant loudly.
