"Chief, do you really think they will help us?" a young warrior questioned, voice heavy with doubt.
"We have no choice but to have faith. God has yet to abandon us," the chief said, trying to reassure him.
"You saw how they came—they killed with no hesitation. Their leader, that Prince, wields that large axe like it's just a stick. If they decide to turn on us, we will never survive that."
The old man sighed. "I understand your fear. They came like a storm, like spirits from some ancient tale. But at the end of the day, they saved us. How many of us would have died today if they hadn't arrived? It's only a matter of time before our entire village becomes a graveyard. We have prayed for salvation every single day. Maybe this is God's answer."
The warrior didn't reply. The weight of silence pressed between them.
