Chapter 8: Building Bonds
The village was quieter than usual. The failed raid had left the Barbarians and Archers in low spirits. Srabon walked through the training grounds, watching as a few troops half-heartedly swung their weapons at wooden dummies.
"Chief," a soft voice called.
Srabon turned to see a young girl with a bow slung over her shoulder. She had auburn hair tied back in a ponytail and sharp, green eyes that gleamed with determination.
"Mira," Srabon said, recognizing her as one of the newer Archers. "What's up?"
Mira hesitated, kicking a small stone at her feet. "I heard the Builder talking. He said you're planning another attack soon."
Srabon nodded. "We have to. We need resources, and the Goblin King is getting stronger."
Mira bit her lip. "Can I... join the next attack?"
Srabon raised an eyebrow. "Are you ready for that?"
Mira straightened her back, gripping her bow tightly. "I know I didn't do well in the last raid, but I've been practicing. I want to protect the village too."
Srabon studied her. There was fire in her eyes, the same fire he had felt when he first arrived in this world.
"Alright," Srabon said. "You're in. But I need you to focus. No hesitation. Understand?"
Mira's eyes shone. "Yes, Chief. Thank you!"
As she walked away, Srabon felt a sense of pride. Despite the setbacks, the troops were starting to come together. And with the Goblin King looming on the horizon, they would need every fighter they could get.