As Kyle and his entourage crossed the final ridge and laid eyes on the village, a collective sigh of relief swept through the group.
The once-scared craftsmen looked ahead with weary but hopeful expressions.
Smoke rising gently from the chimneys, children running barefoot between cabins, and the scent of fresh bread wafting through the air—it all painted a picture of life, of security.
Bruce scanned the settlement, nodding in approval.
"It's changed a lot. It's hard to believe this place was just farmland and ruins not long ago."
He said with a soft grin.
Kyle gave a quiet nod, pride gleaming faintly in his eyes.
"It has grown… but we're just getting started."
Without delay, he led the group into the heart of the village.
As they entered, the villagers began emerging from their homes, smiling and bowing toward Kyle.
He raised a hand in greeting, stopping briefly to speak to the village elders and inform them of the new arrivals.
