[98 Years After the Arrival of Humans in the Pigmen World, Worldscribe's POV]
A hooded figure walked toward the half-built giant stone wall in the black of night. The red Pigmen guards, clad in iron armor, called for her to stop, lighting the path. However, just as the figure revealed her face, the guards backed away. Their eyes widened in shock before they bowed deeply, stepping aside to open the gates for her.
Worldscribe pulled her hood back over her face and walked forward. She could hardly believe the progress this civilization had made in just a few decades. To the Highswords—who had lived for multiple centuries—time moved like charging wolves, relentless and swift. If they looked away for even a moment, everything changed.
