ଭାଗିଦାରୀ ଧ୍ୱନି

Old supplies. Rusting tools. Then they found something useful. Sam lifted two rusted blades wrapped in cloth. “They’re not pretty… but they’ll do.” Billy found something else in a corner. An old crossbow. Dust-covered. Worn. But still usable. “And arrows,” he said, pulling a bundle free. Sam nodded. “Better than nothing.”