Description

Afterweek's ofwandering through villages, struggling under foreign tongues and unfamiliar rooftops to even seeing a real monster through his way in the last village, Vansh had finally returned to his village.The moment his feet touched the cracked, familiar soil, an emotion surged within him—something warm, almost forgotten. He walked slowly, deliberately, not just towards home, but into memory itself. The village was still the same: vibrant, buzzing with murmurs and spice-scented breezes. The same crooked stalls with uneven roofs lined the street, and the same vendors, albeit a bit older, called out prices for jackfruit and rice cakes. Children ran