In Drosvain City, the sight of monsters walking the streets no longer sent people scattering. At first, there had been fear, mothers pulling children away, merchants closing their shutters at the sight of fangs.
But over time, that fear dulled. Children were the quickest to adapt, they laughed, pointed, and sometimes even waved at the towering figures in armor. To them, the monsters weren't terrors from the forest anymore, they were guardians.
Two months had passed since they first stepped on this city.
The clang of weapons echoed across the training yard. Lumberling stood with his warriors, their drills sharp and steady. Muscles rippled under rough hide and scarred skin, sweat gleaming as they pushed themselves harder, faster.
