Gilikan Town's evening glow bathed the scene in a warm, orange hue, casting long shadows over the newly rebuilt walls. The air was still, but an undercurrent of tension lingered, weighted with unspoken concerns.
"Buddy!" Javier called out.
Cuquawked!?
The majestic orange Pekko perked up instantly, responding to its master with a loud cry, then stomped its sturdy legs in excitement.
"Come. We're leaving soon," Javier said, tightening his gloves with calm authority.
Cuquawked!!
Just as he was about to mount, a heavy step approached him—a familiar and respectful presence.
Chief Nofan, his beard now neatly trimmed, bowed deeply. His face bore the weight of his people's worries.
"My lord… what will happen to us?" Nofan asked, voice thick with concern and hope.
Javier turned to face him, eyes steady.
"You don't need to worry."
He gestured toward the town walls, where rows of armored knights stood like statues—still, disciplined, and intimidatingly silent.
