“Waaaahhh!”
The cheers erupted like a tidal wave.
The realization that they had survived, that their race had endured, brought tears of joy to the Naga Tribe as they shouted in celebration. It was a cry of victory, unlike any other—a monumental, resounding affirmation of their existence.
Yet, it was also a mournful and bittersweet cry, filled with sorrow for those who had been lost.
“They will have to endure a long, arduous darkness ahead.”
The path to restoring their race and rebuilding the forest would be fraught with challenges. Nothing about it would be easy. But the unshakable belief that the forest would one day echo again with the beautiful songs of the Nagas allowed the cheers to carry on and on.
Theo turned to the Black Dragon, his expression calm yet commanding.
