The sun dipped lower in the sky as Ryuto and his companions led the weary villagers along the dusty road. The battlefield behind them was a memory they wanted to leave behind, yet the echoes of the fight lingered in their minds. The once-vivid golden streaks from the shadow wolf's body had left faint scars on the earth, a reminder of the power they had confronted and survived.
Ryuto walked at the front of the group, his sword now sheathed, but his body still tense. Every step felt heavy, not just from the exhaustion of battle but from the weight of responsibility. The villagers shuffled behind him, some leaning on makeshift crutches, others clinging to each other for support.
Celeste, though pale and visibly drained, walked beside Nina, leaning on her staff for balance. Her steps were unsteady, but her determination to keep moving was unwavering. Nina shot her concerned glances, ready to catch her if she faltered.