The people of the village hurried about, their steps filled with determination. Quiet, intense discussions replaced the usual friendly chatter. The Frantian soldiers, once a distant concern, now posed a clear threat.
As they ventured deeper into the village, familiar faces crossed their path, each wearing a resolute expression. Even the little ones, oblivious to the gravity of the matter, could feel the pressing need and were lending a hand in their own ways.
Erik's gaze lifted to the majestic tree houses, reaching toward the sky. Under their calm grace, a hidden tension simmered.
Since he came here, Erik has always found the village comfortable. There was no fear, no anxiety. But this day, his Birthday, was not a joyous occasion. Instead, it became a fierce struggle to stay alive, and the fight was nowhere near its end.