As the group neared the gates of Kazuichi Stronghold, a sense of relief rippled through the air. The towering walls of the stronghold, reinforced with layers of steel and concrete, stood firm against the wasteland's relentless decay.
Beyond those walls awaited safety, security, and the comfort of familiar faces. The journey had been long and grueling, but they had made it back in one piece.
From the lookout tower, a sharp whistle cut through the wind, signaling their return. Within seconds, the gate groaned open, and a small group rushed forward to greet them. Among them was Ryota, Himeno's former second-in-command and part-time scout, his sharp eyes scanning each of them with the calculating precision that had made him an invaluable asset. His expression softened as he recognized the returning figures.
