Ragnar and Noah's arrival was met with joy. The people gathered around them, jumping and chanting their names. Their loud voices echoed across the Hamlet.
Ragnar and Noah had smiles on their faces. Both of them felt a sense of pride at this moment, not the bragging type, but one of a man who was able to protect his loved ones from danger.
The three wounded men were also proud, especially Old Man James. They were his students in the first place, so it was natural for him to be proud. The two scouts who had also joined them in battle felt proud of the two.
Nevertheless, as their celebration was still ongoing, Nature had something worse for them.
Flying through the forest was a small group of three gigantic flying-type monsterborn. Each of them had the face of a human but gigantic bodies and wings that flapped majestically as they darted through the air.
