[Meghnad's POV]
In less than ten minutes we landed just outside the village where the faint glow of lanterns flickered like fireflies in the night. The Griffin's powerful wings stirred the dust and leaves on the ground as it landed gracefully, its form silhouetted against the moonlight. The village was eerily silent, the air heavy with the remnants of fear and despair that Kaal had left behind.
Anjali hesitated as she dismounted the Griffin, her eyes scanning the village's outskirts. The weight of her emotions was evident in her posture, but her gaze had a newfound resolve. She looked back at me, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns.
"Will they even believe it's over?" she whispered, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"They will," I said, my tone steady. "Because you'll tell them. And they'll see the Griffin—a symbol of freedom from Kaal's tyranny."
