Unity and Discipline
His subjects waited for him before the now obsolete wooden walls, their proud figures casting long shadows under the midday sun.
Upon their arrival, Garduck and Bart chuckled at their locked arms and lovely approach.
Zane raised his thumb and winked at them, his lips curving into a cocky smile as if wanting praises for his earlier recipe.
The sunlight glinted off the freshly smelted medals of the new law enforcer captain and the territory judge as Maven and Ifrit struck their puffed chests and nodded solemnly.
Finally, Wukong cracked his neck. His gaze fixed on Adam, eyes blazing, he took determined steps toward him and patted his shoulder.
"Congratulations on your improved relationship, brother. But we don't have much time." He gestured to the smiling Sylvie, then to the one hundred soldiers draped in Murama's leather armor. "We'll raid anything alive between our territory and the elven forest south."