The whole crew arrived at Ironside in the early hours of the night.
Floki was immediately welcomed by his troubled villagers, who could not go through the day without seeing him. After all, the last thing they recalled was him fighting the calamity.
Seeing neither him nor the corpse of the calamity had made them imagine that something bad might have happened to him.
One could only imagine the scale of their relief when they saw not just him, but also their families who had been captured by Blackstone.
Their joy knew no bounds when they heard that their chief had defeated the chief of Blackstone, their greatest tormentor.
At the field located in the middle of the small village, the people gathered together, piling into the open space as they set campfires and began to reconnect with their loved ones one after another.
The ex-followers of Blackstone could not stop themselves from being touched by the care everyone showed for one another here. It felt euphoric.
