Ava, Marcus, Erik, Alexia, and Garrett had been struggling against the bitterly cold weather and treacherous terrain for three weeks when they finally caught sight of the silhouette of Liberty Watch Vige on the horizon.


    The sight was a wee distraction. However, it was obvious even from a distance that their once-bustling vige had been transformed into a solemn battlefield due to the war with Frant, and there was now an unsettling silence.


    The farnds had been abandoned, the chilling winter winds had reced children''sughter, and the cold reced the warmthing out of the chimneys.


    As they got closer, the winter sun, which was just about to set, cast an ethereal glow on the snow-covered roofs and the frosted paths.


    The harsh realities of war, such as houses with barricades and reinforced walls, were illuminated by the icy light. Their people''s spirit persisted despite the destion, reflecting a resilience that brought a surge of pride to their frozen hearts.


    The sight of their battle-scarred but still-standing vige invigorated the group, and they picked up the pace of their travels.


    They anticipated that Frant wouldunch an attack while they were absent but believed the vige could withstand it.


    The sound of their boots crunching on the frozen ground reverberated throughout the otherwise quiet vige, serving as a constant reminder of the enormous size of their adversary.


    When they arrived, a small group of hardy and determined vigers greeted them and weed them to the vige.


    Their warm eyes and genuine smiles cut through the biting cold, and their heartfelt greetings were evidence of their unwaveringmitment to themunity.


    The faces of Erik, Alexia, Ava, Garrett, and Marcus were simultaneously worn out and triumphant. The challenges they had to ovee and the opponents they had prevailed over now had significance for them.


    They brought with them, on their journey back home, the promise of a brighter future. However, the once-familiar pathways that were lined with vegetation that had been well-maintained were now devoid of any sign of life.


    A woman made her way out of the small group of vigers who had survived. She approached the group in a solemn manner that was in keeping with the subdued tones of their wintry environment.


    Marcus, the usually stoic guardian, regarded her with concern, his brow furrowed. The silence was palpable, like a heavy nket that added to the burden of their tired bodies.


    "What happened here?" he finally asked, his voice barely audible above the howling wind.


    The woman''s eyes did not flinch, reflecting the grim reality of their situation.


    "The vige has been relocated; we were forced to proceed due to Frant''s attacks," she exined, her voice tinged with regret.


    "Only a few of us remained here, including Amos. He is waiting for you...in the vige hall." The news struck them like a cold wave.


    Their home and people had been uprooted from thend they had loved and defended.


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    Their guide, friend, and symbol of theirmunity''s tenacity. The group set out for the vige hall with renewed zeal, their footsteps resounding ominously on the snow-covered path.


    As they walked, they were struck by the strange silence of their vige. Where once there wasughter and chatter, now only the wind sang a mournful song.


    They felt a range of emotions when they saw the overgrown vegetation. The air became tense as they approached the vige hall. The once vibrant heart of theirmunity now stood solemnly against the white backdrop of winter, its wooden structure looking more intimidating than ever.


    Their journey had led them back home, but it was not the same as when they left it.


    Stepping through the vige hall''s sturdy doors, their gaze was drawn to Amos, who sat alone at arge wooden table, a map of their region spread before him.


    His gaze was downward, his fingers tracing the paths andndmarks on the map, and his shoulders sagged from the weight of his responsibilities.


    When he noticed their arrival, he looked up, his eyes shining with relief at their return.


    "Wee back," said Amos. Alexia took the initiative, approaching him and speaking with him.


    "Amos, what happened?" she inquired, her voice concerned. The vige chief sighed deeply, his fingers tapping on the table.


    "Frant''s forcesunched several attacks on the vige," he said calmly, despite the gravity of his words. With the few people we had avable, there was no way we could''ve defended ourselves. But we managed to hold them off long enough to gather the crops and relocate."


    His words painted a bleak picture of their once-peaceful vige, now a battlefield scarred by the Frant''s forces'' relentless attacks.


    "We moved hastily, but we did manage to move," he continued, attempting to inject hope into the gloomy atmosphere.


    "But now, our situation is dire. We must solve the problem of food production. That was the reason why we sent you to retrieve the Auburn Pine."


    "Erik, we need your help to solve the problem," he said, facing Erik. We''ll do it with your brain crystal power. We''re counting on you."


    "I am ready to help, Amos," Erik replied without hesitation, his voice firm. That''s why I apanied Alexia and the others."


    He came to a halt, turning to face hispanions. They were battered and tired from their journey and battles, but they nodded in agreement, their spirits unafraid.


    Their determination was as strong as the day they set out. "Lead the way," Erik said, returning his gaze to Amos.


    The vige elder rose from his seat at the table and led the group out of the hall. As they stepped outside, the cold winter air nipped at their faces, but they marched on, their footsteps leaving a trail in the fresh snow.


    Their destination was the ancient underground city, which would be their new home. They''d have to start all over again in this subterranean haven.