The morning sun broke through the dense canopy of Jungoria, casting dappled light across the clearing that served as our communal space.
Today, it was transformed into a makeshift assembly area, the usual hum of daily life replaced by a palpable sense of anticipation.
I stood at the centre, surrounded by the faces of our sanctuary's inhabitants, each one a crucial thread in the fabric of our community.
"As we stand on the brink of change," I began, my voice steady, "our readiness, our resilience, becomes our strongest asset. It's not just about surviving; it's about thriving, about protecting this sanctuary we've built together."
Heads nodded in agreement, the weight of the words resonating with each individual.
I continued, "To that end, we're initiating an intensified combat training program. This isn't about turning us into soldiers; it's about ensuring we're prepared, that we can stand our ground and protect what matters most."
