By nightfall, the camp had finally grown quiet; most of the others had retired to whatever shelter they could find or make.
Elion had left it to the other defacto leaders of the various smaller groups to explain the situation and the agreement they had come to with the natives. Most of those with enough tact spared no amount effort praising and thanking Elion for his great contribution.
They hadn't needed to fight at all! The whole event still felt like a dream to most of them. Who amongst them hadn't grown up hearing legends and stories about how powerful Saints were supposed to be!?
And now, that entire fantasy had come crashing down before their heads on this very day! It was all so confusing and troubling for most of those gathered here.
It was either these saints were not very powerful, or the young man known as Elion Nova was simply an anomaly who defied all known laws and principles that they had come to now.
