Just as panic threatened to spread further, Salvo stepped forward, his voice cutting cleanly through the rising chaos.
"Please, calm yourself, everyone." He raised a hand, then continued in a profound tone, "Trust me, everything will be fine." His voice was steady and resolute, carrying an authority that compelled the soldiers to instinctively straighten their backs.
The paladins moved at once, echoing his command and urging the others to stay calm. Under Salvo's composed presence, the mounting fear gradually subsided, as though his confidence alone were enough to steady the unfolding turmoil.
Then, a soft murmur rippled through the crowd.
"Look, the Saintess, the Saintess is here…"
"The Saintess has arrived…"
"Is she gonna save us?"
From a distance, a slender figure walked toward the beach. She wore a flowing white dress that fluttered gently in the sea breeze, the fabric light and pure like drifting clouds.
