A/N: We've only got twelve more chapters in this story, I can't believe it!

(Normal pov— Tail Nation)

"So, you lot used sheep as a means of earning points?"

"Yeah, of course, we could've used something else entirely, but considering sheep is one of the lighter livestock our dragons can grasp, that's what we used to earn points in Dragon Racing. A regular white wool sheep was one point and a sheep with black wool was worth ten," Hiccup chuckled, recalling the fun he, Astrid, and the rest of the gang had when replacing Berk's annual regatta with Dragon Racing. Sighing at the memories of the event's founding all the way up until he decided to miss the race the day his father had decided to make him chief of Berk. "Maybe we can have some of your more... adventurous and daring friends step up and have a friendly competition, as a means of bringing us all closer together."

Humming, Raya then smiled. "That's not a bad idea, truth be told, we'll have to tell the others when we get back," she then looked ahead and her calm, relaxed tone was replaced with a serious one. "Well, looks like we've arrived at our destination. Land up here for a second." Pointing to a high cliff, Hiccup patted Stormfly's crown and pointed to the cliff. The Deadly Nadder glided towards the cliff and landed on solid ground while letting out a squawk.

"Good girl, Stormfly," Hiccup praised, caressing her neck. Looking at a nearby mountain that faced the vast ocean of sand, Hiccup spotted stairs leading up into the mountain. "So let me get this straight, Tail Nation's leader and those of high position reside inside that mountain?"

Humming in confirmation, Raya smirked. "Looks can be deceiving. Tail Nation's finest architects have hollowed out that mountain and built a grand palace within, it houses the chief, the royal family, and everyone else of note," wiping sweat off her brow, Raya then patted Hiccup's side. "Now, I don't know who Tail Nation's new chief is, but we will do nothing to provoke them—"

"Please, like I'd be foolish enough to provoke the desert-dwelling chief to anger when we need them to join our fight against Drago," Hiccup then let out a snort. "If my friends were yet among us, those words would be better suited for them."

"Let me guess, your cousin, Snoutlout, and the two twins you spoke of were your people's biggest trouble makers?"

"More or less," he sighed, wishing his friends and Astrid were by his side. But it brought Hiccup joy knowing he would avenge them and all the Viking people soon enough. "How do you want to do this?" He inquired. "Whoever the new chief of this nation is, they most certainly will not want to participate in the fight against Drago."

Pursing her lips in thought, Raya looked to the mountain palace while voicing her thoughts. "Most of the people here are mercenaries, but I don't want to buy the new chieftain's loyalty, especially if we don't know whether or not they'll remain true to fight with us, rather than take advantage of the impending war to fatten their coffers with coin and other riches. We need to give Tail Nation a good reason to unite with us and to believe that we can be Kumandra again," she then squeezed his hip, causing Hiccup to look his friend in the eyes. "Will you help me be what we once were? Will you help my people become Kumandra once again?"

Despite all the death he had inflicted on his enemies, all the blood he had spilled, and the brutality he ad committed when killing Ragnar the Rock, Chagatai Khan, and Griselda the Grievous, Hiccup would not refuse Raya's plea. She was asking him to help her save her people from suffering the same fate that befell the Viking people.

"Yes," he said firmly. Lifting up his arm that held his sacred arm ring, he presented it to Raya. "I swear to you on my sacred arm ring, Princess Raya, that I will help bring Tail Nation into the fold, and help your people and neighbors to see why you must be Kumandra once again."

"Alright. Then let's go down and introduce ourselves,"

Chanthou, the new chief of Tail Nation sat on a high-backed throne embellished with ornate carvings and rare ore stones. The rare ore had been salvaged by dutiful courtiers and the ornate carvings of her throne had been crafted by the finest craftsman in her kingdom. Despite the pleasantries of living in lavish royalty within the scorching deserts of her nation, she was by no means a weak woman, far from it. Like all warriors in Tail Nation, Chanthou was cast into the burning wastes as a child and left with nothing but a knife as she was sent out to prove herself worthy of living among a culture of warriors and mercenaries that value strength. After proving herself, she had been a personal guard and a chosen replacement to rule Tail Nation should their previous chief fall, and fall she did, she became a victim of her own traps over the years. With Tail Nation leaderless, those who respected and honored their late chief's desires to see Chanthou ascend to chiefdom elevated her to the Tail Nation throne. Under her rule, Tail Nation was thriving, now that the majority of their people had returned from being encased in stone or being used as puppets for the Druun to control.

But now, Chanthou had received news that the other nations sought to wage war on the infamous war master of the Northern Alliance, Drago Bludvist. A bold move, yet one that Tail Nation and its people would not be a part of, mainly because her people believed fighting against Drago Bludvist was a fool's gambit, even though the other nations had the advantage of dragons, including Sisudatu. If Tail Nation was going to survive and recoup the wealth they amassed through trade and commerce, they needed to focus on such endeavors and renounce the invitation of fighting in a war that would most certainly be the end of them all.

As Tail Nation's new chief was dealing with merchants on a profitable contract that would benefit them both, suddenly, a guard entered the throne room, approached, and bowed before her. "Chief Chanthou, Princess Raya of Heart Nation, and a round eye foreigner have come demanding an audience with you," the guard then inquired. "Shall your loyal servants and I dispose of them?"

"No, that won't be necessary," Chanthou then dismissed the merchants she had been dealing with, promising them that they would revisit their contract at a later time. Sitting straighter on her throne, the young chief nodded at the guard. "Bring them before me." Bowing their head in acknowledgment, the guard barked out for two other guards outside the palace doors to bring in Heart Nation's princess and the vengeful Viking. Upon entering Chanthou's throne room, Raya and Hiccup approached the steps to the throne where the young chief sat. Both of them formed a gem with their hands while bowing their heads in greetings and respect, a pleasantry that Chanthou acknowledged with a soft grunt.

"Princess Raya, what brings you and your... round eye pet to the shifting sands of Tail Nation?"

Raising her head and standing up straight, Raya stepped forward and spoke for all to hear. "Chief Chanthou, thank you for granting me and my companion, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III an audience, we've come seeking your aid in the impending war with Drago Bludvist and his Northern Alliance—"

"Princess Raya, with all due respect, many of my people are still recovering from being encased in stone for six years while many more of them rest after being possessed and used as mindless fodder for the Druun. You and your father would have us die for a fantasy that will never become a reality. There will be no Kumandra—"

"And with all due respect to you, Chief Chanthou, if you don't stand with us and the rest of the nations, then Drago Bludvist will come and demand the loyalty of your people. If you refuse? You will die," turning to Hiccup, Raya placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hiccup's village, his people, and culture were all wiped out because they refused to submit to Drago Bludvist's madness. He will do the same to us all if we don't stand together and face his hordes as one, Kumandra!"

Turning to the Viking, Chanthou narrowed her eyes before inquiring. "Is this true, foreigner? Your world came to an end all because your people and all of Viking kind refused to swear fealty to Drago Bludvist?"

"I'll show you," as Hiccup approached, Chanthou's personal guards tensed and were about to stand in his way, but the young chief held a hand up, silently telling them to let him approach. Once he was at her feet, Hiccup held his hand out for her to grasp. "If you wish to see what Drago did to my people, take my hand." Hesitant, Chanthou took his hand as Hiccup began chanting in Norse, a spell, one he knew Gothi had used to show his people visions of the past and future.

What Chanthou saw was unlike anything she had ever seen.

On a black, starless night, the only light was fire that consumed islands and land that threatened to leave Chanthou blind. She found herself standing on a cliff, and as she looked down the cliff and out to the horizon, a gasp of horror parted from her lips. Instead of water, Chanthou laid eyes on a sea of blood and Viking corpses, whether they be men, women, or children, they were all decayed and half-devoured by ravens that were far too many to count, their caws threatened to make her go deaf. Turning around, the chief laid eyes on numerous warriors that were either Asiatic, Slavic, or otherwise all slaughtering helpless Viking people; the babies were hurled into raging fires or chucked off of cliffs, and the men who were warriors were either outmatched and were forced to suffer a slow, agonizing death while watching their home and lands burn to ash. And the women were raped to a mere inch of their lives, save but the older women, who were killed like rabid dogs. Chanthou saw armored dragons descend from the heavens and burn down homes, fields that harbored rich crops, as well as burning families alive. Among these dragons was a dragon the size of a mountain, it was a very spiky dragon with a pair of metallic cuffs strapped on its equally gigantic, tusk-like horns protruding from the sides of its head and huge multiple wings. The front side of their bodies is covered with burr-like spikes, along with two lines of spikes along the eyelids, giving an impression of eyebrows. Protrusions from the back of their heads form mane-like frills. This dragon appeared to be dark and looked very menacing, tyrannical, and violent. Additionally, it seemed restless and always enraged and gloomy.

"Kill them! Kill them all!"

Drago Bludvist himself stood upon this giant's head. With his bullhook in hand, the war master whirled it over his head while screaming to the top of his lungs. The titanic dragon approached Chanthou with a murderous gaze, causing her to back away but stumble she looked up in horror as this massive dragon stood on its hind legs and then unleashed a torrent of ice on top of her and everyone in its sight.

Pulling her hand away from Hiccup's, the chief of Tail Nation released a shaky exhale. Panting heavily at the realistic vision she experienced, Chanthou murmured. "Such death. Such horror. Such barbarism," she then looked up at Hiccup while shaking her head in disbelief. "How did you survive such a horrible fate?"

"I was encased in ice by Drago's pet killer, the ice melted over time, and although I should've suffocated and froze to death, the gods I believe in preserved me so that I can exact revenge on their behalf and on behalf of the Viking people," Hiccup then sniffled lightly, though he didn't shed tears, he wouldn't appear to be weak in front of a warrior chieftess who favors strength. "What you just witnessed will befall all of Kumandra unless you join us and the rest of the nations. With your armies and the aid of the dragons, we will have the advantage over Drago and his junta. But you can't afford to delay, if you wish to save your people from the same fate that befell mine, you must set aside your pride and join us." Hiccup then urged Raya to join him, she approached and the Viking turned back to the chief who was contemplating the best course of action. "So, Chief Chanthou, what say you?"

The tension was thick, Hiccup and Raya shared a look as their host had their eyes closed while thinking about what's best for her people. Finally, Chanthou looked at Raya and nodded. "Very well, you have my full, undivided cooperation, Princess Raya," she then rose from her throne and raised an eyebrow in question. "Do you have a plan on how to deal with Drago and his army?"

"Not me," Raya turned to Hiccup with a smirk. "Hiccup, however, has a plan that's brilliant."

Looking at the Viking with curious eyes, Chanthou crossed her arms across her chest. "Well, I'm all ears, round eye. What is your plan?"

(Heart Nation)

Chief Benja longed for the day when all of Kumandra would be unified and the nations would come together and live harmoniously with the dragons again. And despite losing his wife, being encased in stone, and trapped between life and death for six long years, Benja was relieved and happy beyond words that her beautiful daughter, Raya, had taken the steps of fulfilling his dream; she had learned to trust Boun, Noi, Tong, and Namaari, all of whom are from each of the nations, and Raya has brought them all together for the sole purpose of realizing that peace between all the nations is what Kumandra needs now and for the generations to come.

Now, that dream is slowly but surely becoming a reality.

Heart Nation's leader was outside his throne room balcony, overlooking the vast, lush jungles of his homeland. Benja closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the rich air that smelled of fresh water as well as tropical flowers. Exhaling slowly, Benja opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of his people cooperating and socializing with the armies of Spine and Talon Nation, of course, it wouldn't be easy setting aside their years of quarrels and differences overnight, it would take time. Thankfully, one thing that kept them all together on equal ground was Sisudatu and the dragons, those that once walked amongst their ancestors, and foreign dragons that came from the Viking lands. Hiccup Haddock III, the Dragon Master of Norway had provided Benja and those in his inner circle who favor knowledge with a large, thick opus that told of each of the dragons that Kumandra's people were unfamiliar with but familiar to Hiccup. Each page armed Benja and those who wished to learn more about the foreign dragons with knowledge: what the dragons eat, when they set out to go mating, and what environments they prefer to settle in. Although cautious at first about the young Viking his daughter had befriended, Benja could see how close Raya had bonded with Hiccup, it was as if he was the brother she never had. They had trained together in ways of combat, they would talk of each other's cultures, their family heritage, as well as tell of mythologies.

But Hiccup Haddock wasn't the only one that Raya had grown close to, Benja had noted how his daughter and Fang Nation's former princess, now chief, Namaari, would spend time together either behind closed doors or for all to see. In a way, Benja supposed it was only a matter of time before his daughter and his late friend's daughter came together in such a manner. Of course, it would pain Benja knowing that his daughter would not give him grandchildren, but he would not force such a burden on his daughter's shoulders, if she wished to lay with a reasonable, loving man that would ensure the bloodline of his family, then he would be happy. But seeing his daughter happy with Namaari made Benja glad to know that his daughter made peace with the one who had ultimately caused the Druun to return to their world in the first place and had caused six years of torment and suffering on those who suffered a fate worse than death and for those who struggled with living.

Forgiveness.

Raya was a passionate young woman, and despite every reason she had for hating Namaari, she made amends with her; not only forgiving her for inflicting so much pain onto her but also loving her in a matter that's often unorthodox in their world but not uncommon. Regardless, Benja was beyond proud of his daughter and all that she has done to honor him throughout the years.

"Chief Benja?"

Said man turned to face his daughter's lover, she bowed her head in greetings before she winced in apology. "Forgive me for intruding while you're in thought, but... I need to speak with you," she then exhaled shakily while adding. "I've come for your forgiveness, actually."

"Chief Namaari," he said in both greetings and reassurance, "I hold no grudge against you—"

"How can you not?" She approached and stood by his side before shaking her head. "I can't justify the actions of myself and my mother on that fateful day, even though we were threatened with extinction by Drago Bludvist and his army of man and dragons. Instead of succumbing to fear and doing that madman's bidding, we should've informed you of this threat and brokered a deal between our two nations. After all, you and my father were like brothers, you respected each other a great deal and you had the same dream of making Kumandra what it once was. A cause that I now believe in with all my heart."

Smiling at the young chief, Benja placed a hand on Namaari's shoulder and squeezed gently. "Your father would be proud of you, Namaari, as would your mother. Both Chien and Virana raised an exceptional daughter who has now become an exceptional leader. Your people couldn't be in better hands," he then gave her a supporting smile. "If you find yourself struggling with the burden of chiefdom, come to me, and I will lend you aid."

"Thank you, Chief Benja," Namaari bowed her head in gratitude. She then returned his smile. "Let this war against Drago Bludvist be what brings all of us together now and for the future generations."

"To Kumandra," Benja said firmly. "And to everlasting peace."

The two chieftains looked to the horizon with smiles on their faces, knowing that the die has been cast, and no matter how hard Drago would attempt to thwart Kumandra's unification, there would be no stopping it once Raya and Hiccup convinced Tail Nation's chieftain and army to join their cause.

(Tail Nation)

Askari of Ashes and his Dragon Flyers had finally reached their destination after several hours of flying. The flight had been quiet, and it had given Askari a moment to dwell on the current state of the Northern Alliance. Like many, he was given the choice to serve Drago or die, and so he forfeit his life and his freedom for the sole purpose of achieving Drago's ambitions of conquering the world. He had joined the powerful junta at the height of its power, where it was believed to be an unstoppable force of men and dragons that could wash away empires with little to no effort.

But now, the Northern Alliance was on the brink of collapse, all because of Hiccup Haddock III.

The son of Stoick the Vast was driven by revenge and he had done what more powerful men had failed to do— he proved that Drago Bludvist's junta isn't invincible and that it can be destroyed like any other army. And Askari knew that it was only a matter of time before Hiccup would land the killing blow and destroy the Northern Alliance completely unless they made sure that didn't happen.

Askari ordered his fellow flyers to touch down on the blazing sands, at the steps of the Tail Nation palace, several guards lined the stairs and all of them turned to face the flyers. Noting the tension in their body language, Askari held a hand out to his men, silently telling them not to act hostile unless they had to. Dismounting his Singetail, Askari approached the base of the steps leading to the palace, but he was stopped by two of the guards crossing their spears together.

"State your business here, foreigner."

Growling lightly, Askari spoke firmly. "We come here in the name of Drago Bludvist, he wishes us to have words with your chief, discussing war and prosperity—"

"You waste your time, foreigner," the head guard scoffed. "We will not be used as fodder for your master's war against the world. Leave now, and we will not kill you for believing that we're so easily enticed by flowery talk."

Chuckling at the head guard who spoke boldly, Askari then raised an eyebrow in challenge. "Are you so eager to see your newly crowned chief and those residing in this mountain palace buried alive because of your... bold words?" The head of the Dragon Flyers then seethed out. "If you value the lives of your chief and those who reside in the palace, you will do exactly as I say. Or my men and I will see to it personally that they never again see the light of day."

Looking at the other flyers, the head guard noted how their Singetail's maws were open and how they glowed with fire. These men and women had no problem with ending the lives of countless men, women, and children, a reflection of how their insane master treated the people of this world. Not wanting to provoke Drago's servants any more than they already have, the head guard ordered his men to stand down and allow the flyers an audience with their chief.

"Wise choice," Askari smirked before urging his men and Singetail to follow him. "I suggest you relay word to your chief, tell her of our arrival and tell her that if she values the lives of her people, she will mind her tongue, or else we will see you all buried alive."

Growling lowly, the head guard nodded in understanding and led Drago's men up the steps leading into the mountain palace. The warriors within the palace halls stood straighter at the sight of Askari and the flyers, their armored Singetails snarled and bore their teeth at those who were too close, a clear warning to keep their distance. Though he held hope that Tail Nation's mercenaries would fall in line with Drago, Askari knew that in the end, these sand rats' loyalty was as shallow as their courage; they favored to remain hidden in the sand and hoard riches like an animal hoarding its kills when it needed to hibernate.

"I voice concern about dealing with these rapacious sand rats," one of Askari's flyers murmured lowly. "There is no way that they will submit to Drago's cause."

Grunting, Askari turned to his fellow flyer. "Should that be the case, then we kill their chief and bury everyone in this mountain, leave them to wallow in the dark and succumb to starvation and eventually cannibalism," he then snorted, "as these greedy fools slowly but surely die inside their mountain, they'll wish they had pledged their fealty to our master. Be ready for anything, if we can't have Tail Nation to side with us, neither will Hiccup Haddock and the other nations of Kumandra."

Reaching the throne room, at last, the head guard found the chief, seated on her throne, lost in thought by the looks of it. Clearing his throat, he announced himself. "Chief Chanthou, it appears we have more guests who demand an audience with you," the young chief looked at Drago's men and then looked back to her guard, "this is Askari of Ashes, he leads Drago Bludvist's Dragon Flyers. They've come here to have words—"

"We have come here to have you and your armies of... sand worshipers to pledge fealty to Drago Bludvist," Askari interrupted the guard with a firm tone. Looking back at the young chief, the head of the Dragon Flyers spoke in a low, threatening tone. "I will not repeat myself, little girl. You will submit to Drago Bludvist and fall in line with the Northern Alliance, or else my men and I will bury you and everyone in this palace alive in the mountain you all live inside of." The flyers Singetail's had their maws open, fire glowed within their throats, and they were ready to fire on their oppressor's command.

Rising from her throne, Chanthou bore her teeth at Askari and those accompanying you. "You dare threaten me and my people? Do you know who we are?"

"Hmm, lowly sand eaters?"

"Rats that would rather be buried in the sand and hoard empty trinkets."

"Cowards whose courage is as shallow as their coffers."

The flyers laughed amongst themselves as they hurled insult after insult at Chief Chanthou, who was fuming in anger that these foreigners were insulting her as well as her people for their way of life. Askari extended his arms out, a cruel smirk on his face. "My men speak the truth, you would rather skulk in a mountain rather than fight like true warriors. Your ancestors would be so ashamed—"

"Enough!" Chanthou then drew two moon sickle swords strapped behind her back. Her actions caused every guard in the throne room to assume battle stances and the Dragon Flyers drew their own weapons and their Singetails crouched low, their maws and tails glowing and ready to fire away. "I find your lack of manners beyond insulting, foreigners! Let's see if you can back up your abusive words with action." She then turned to both her left and right and barked out. "Release them, now!"

A series of cages were then opened, and out of those cages emerged large, hungry leopards native to Tail Nation. The Singetails roared out and soon began to unleash their fire on the wild cats, but many of them scattered while others pounced and tackled handfuls of Askari's men, their claws and fangs sinking into their foreign flesh and spilling their blood on the marble floor. Before Askari could quickly mount his Singetail, he was struck in the best by a jet of magnesium fire, sending him flying and crashing into a nearby pillar. Stormfly, who had been hiding up above had revealed her presence to the flyers. Both Hiccup and Raya, who were mounted on the Deadly Nadder's back dismounted her and rushed flyers who managed to evade the guards and leopards.

Hiccup quickly drew Inferno and used his heated blade to sever his attacker's blade and then proceeded to slash his stomach wide open, causing that flyer to fall to their knees and moan in agony while they clutched their gaping belly and desperately tried to keep their insides from spilling out. With a snarl, Hiccup drove his blade through the back of that flyer's head, the heated blade protruding out of their mouth. Another flyer rushed Hiccup with a battle-axe in hand, the Viking ripped his blade out of the other flyer's mouth and then ducked underneath the axe that would've taken his head clean off. With a battle cry, Hiccup hacked his attacker's legs off, causing them to roar out in agony and clutch their smoking stumps. Twirling his flaming blade, Hiccup finished his opponent by plunging his blade into their heart, killing them.

Raya whirled her whip sword around her head as multiple flyers circled her. One of them made a move, and the princess swung her blade in their direction, slicing their chest open, they fell back against the floor and were then finished off by a leopard who was sinking its fangs into their neck and thrashing violently. Several more of the predatory cats lunged and tackled the flyers circling Raya, making a meal out of them with little to no effort. The flyers who were fortunate enough not to get picked off then rushed the princess; one of them thrust a spear at Raya's head, but she sidestepped away from the spearhead and used her blade to sever the spear in half while also catching the half that bore the spearhead. Whirling around, Raya drove the spearhead right between the flyer's eyes, killing them. Using the whip feature of her blade, Raya disarmed a hulking flyer bearing an Ingondan blade. With this large flyer disarmed, the princess sprinted in their direction and leaped over them while cutting the back of their nape, causing them to snarl out in pain. Before this large flyer could turn back around to face Raya, one of the larger leopards tackled him and sunk their fangs into his neck while two others bit into his arms, causing him to scream in horror as he was being eaten alive.

Askari, who groaned in agony, looked down at his dragon-scaled breastplate and breathed a sigh of relief that not only did the reinforced dragon-proof plating protect him from Stormfly's magnesium but it also kept him alive. Seeing that this battle was lost, Askari rushed towards Raya, blade in hand. A leopard sprinted in his direction and pounced with a snarl, but Askari used his blade to cut their face open, blood spatter painted his stern face, but he did not let it deter him. With Heart Nation's princess distracted, Askari bashed the butt of his blade against the back of Raya's head, knocking her out cold. Commanding his Singetail to come to him, Askari sheathed his blade and crouched down to pick Raya up, and threw her over his shoulder.

"Dragon Flyers, retreat!"

Once his Singetail was by his side, Askari quickly mounted his tamed dragon and then drove his heels in its most sensitive spot while commanding the oppressed dragon to take to the sky. The Singetail did as it was told, it took to the fire and shot a hole through the side of the wall, creating a means of escape. Hiccup, who had finished killing another of the flyers turned to see Askari and a small handful of his men fleeing with Raya in their possession.

"RAYA!"

Hiccup quickly grabbed his shield which was strapped behind his back and reverted it to its crossbow feature while quickly loading a bolt. As he took him, Hiccup took his shot, and the bolt would've struck Askari in the back of the head, but one of his flyers sacrificed themselves and took the bolt, causing them to slide off their Singetail and fall at great heights, though it wouldn't matter, the bolt struck him in the heart, killing him instantly.

"No," Hiccup exhaled shakily. "NO!" He then screamed out in disbelief. Not only did he fail to kill the leader of Drago's Dragon Flyers, but now his enemies have Raya to use as leverage.

Chanthou rushed to Hiccup's side and inquired in an urgent manner. "What do we do? We cannot let them escape!"

"I won't let them escape," Hiccup summoned Stormfly to his side. Once he mounted the Deadly Nadder, he looked to his new ally. "Marshal your armies and meet with Chief Benja and the other leaders of Kumandra at Heart Nation. I'll get Raya back and make sure that Drago doesn't use my friend as leverage. Now go!" Hiccup then urged Stormfly to take off after the Dragon Flyers. At that moment, saving Raya was all that mattered to Hiccup.

And he would save her, he would not fail his friend.

A/N: Just a heads up, Raya is going to go through a rather... traumatic experience sexually. Stay tuned for the next update.