As the sun slowly sank behind the thick trees, their journey to the Kingdom of Gama continued. The forest, which had initially seemed dark and intimidating, began to reveal its own beauty with the last rays of sunlight filtering through the branches. The tranquil atmosphere lightened their hearts a little after the brief but intense encounter with the Orc Lord.
Alaric, walking ahead with a leisurely pace, occasionally lifted his staff to release small bursts of light like fireworks into the air. Zanuba shook her head at his antics, while Piere appeared more interested in watching the ground beneath his feet.
After a while, Zanuba turned to Piere. "Piere, I feel like we've been traveling together for a long time, but I've never really heard your story. You grew up under Angela's guidance, right?"
Piere looked at Zanuba, paused for a moment, and then nodded slightly. "Yes, she raised me. Angela is not just my teacher but also my mother... the only family I have."
