The skies over Lulin Town were dim and hazy.
Yuna carefully wiped Lin's face, once a cheerful girl with rosy cheeks and a beautiful smile, now pale, biting her teeth tightly as if enduring pain even in her dreams.
"It's okay, Lin."
Yuna gently comforted her unconscious friend, as if soothing her own anxiety: "We will certainly be okay."
The old Hunter silently maintained his hunting bow, looking even older.
He gripped his bow and arrow tightly and left the room without looking back.
His daughter survived the shelling, but the cruel and ruthless beasts hadn't gone away.
Even with the Alliance warships nearby, people carefully cleared the ruins of Lulin Port, refusing to abandon the fragile homes they built with their own hands.
Horn held a telescope, observing the scene on the shore with interest, capturing the expressions on people's faces.
Confusion, sorrow, anger, anxiety...
