A Malik

The Malik Tribe—long-eared men shrouded in mystery—had long fascinated adventurers.

Before the apocalypse, they were among the most sought-after people, their existence almost mythical. Their tribe remained hidden, as if deliberately avoiding society.

So, for Steward—once an adventurer—Jonah's sudden appearance was nothing short of astonishing. With his long, pointed ears as undeniable proof, there was no mistaking it—Jonah was truly from the Malik Tribe.

"If you need his help, I suggest you wait here. Or better yet, try socializing with the people in this settlement. The Hero spends more time here than in Lotus City, so you'll meet him soon enough."

Jonah offered a small, grateful smile. "Thank you."

***

Vonn turned his back to Laiza.

She stood on the rooftop, watching as he hovered in the sky, his silhouette outlined against the dimming horizon.

It felt like a farewell. Yet, strangely, she didn't resent it.