Gundo worked tirelessly to tend to the wounded. The air was thick with the scent of blood and fear as villagers who had narrowly escaped the dinosaur attack limped and stumbled towards her makeshift medical station.
It was at the other end of the village, and she knew if the defence line in the front was attacked, they would be in a huge problem. She kept praying to Garnt's guardian spirit hoping things wouldn't get bad for them.
In the midst of the chaos, Rona emerged from the crowd, her face etched with worry. "Gundo, have you seen Garnt? Is he okay?"
Gundo paused, wiping sweat from her brow after all the hard work she had to do treating the wounded. "I haven't seen him. Is he not with the others?"
Rona's gaze remained fixed on Gundo, a silent plea for information. Gundo's heart sank as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Rona. I haven't seen him. I've been focused on treating the wounded. I-"
