Cocoon’s only hope was now in the hands of the Mumu Tribe. Falchion had brought a piece of wreckage to the restoration King of the Mumu Tribe, Maamuu. In it was part of the power source for the spaceship that Ulga used to come to this planet.
"This technology is outrageous. Where did you get this from? Very interesting. Oops, excuse me, I forgot to bring tea cakes for our guests. Here is for you, Falchion, this is our...."
"No, thank you, I'm in a hurry."
"I see... . It's a specialty, it's delicious, but you must have something sweet to work."
"I'll keep that in mind. Now, is it possible to make this design thing based on this power source?"
"I can do it if I used the same techniques like I did the last time I fixed Deathscythe."
"Really? It's not that I don't believe it, but it seems impossible."
"Who do you think I am? I am greatest, Maamuu, the Restoration King of the Mumu Tribe. I am in this position because I have made the impossible possible. But even so, it will take some time. Until then, you should be very selective about who you bring to ride on board."
"No problem, I'll leave that to Aristella. Let me know when it is ready, and I will have the passengers ready by then.” "When will it be ready? Who do you think I am? I've been looking at this from the beginning, so come back in two months.