The sun rose over the barren landscape, casting a pale light over the village. The Realm Lord stood at the edge of the fields, watching as the villagers gathered nervously. His presence alone carried authority, but he knew that actions spoke louder than words. The young ones who had witnessed him defeating the sabretooth boar were eager, their eyes alight with determination. Still, the older villagers remained skeptical, their expressions veiled with doubt.
He couldn't blame them. They had endured years of hardship, and a stranger promising salvation must have seemed too good to be true. But he would show them. This village had potential—it just needed someone to harness it.
