As Adyr hovered in the air, still shaping his plans for the land's future, his gaze drifted toward a quiet corner of the island, where the Cannibal sat bound to a chair.
His arms, legs, and head were tightly secured, his eyes covered, and his mouth sealed shut. He couldn't see, speak, or move—yet his presence hadn't gone unnoticed.
A small flock of Roosters had gathered around him. The curious creatures strutted in a loose circle, releasing sharp, trumpet-like calls that echoed through the clearing like a bizarre ceremonial fanfare. Every so often, one of them leaned in and gave him a quick jab with its beak—more out of fascination than aggression, as if trying to understand what this new creature was.
