Had Aldaman's trusted aide not pulled him out in time, they would have been incinerated along with the motorcade. Blood splattered across their charred skin, the two survived a night of ambush and death traps. Yet Aldaman refused to allow his injuries to halt the birth of a unified Agurts. As dawn approached, Aldaman eschewed the hospital, hobbling instead to the parliament building. Head held high, he valiantly ascended the podium to sign the Agurts Charter before a sea of cheering supporters proudly waving the new flag of the federation.