The air in Ale Luwu crackled as La Galigo and his group arrived. "I am La Galigo, son of Sawerigading," he declared. The people were deeply surprised, tears of profound hope shining in their eyes.
A noble asked, "Will you stay here to revive Ale Luwu?" Faces around him were filled with desperate hope.
La Galigo looked at them, but shook his head. "My first mission is to collect healing equipment for my sister, We Cudai," he explained. "Her need is urgent."
"I will return," La Galigo promised firmly. His sincere words offered a beacon of future hope.
Inside the palace, a noble observed the neglected buildings. "Since Sawerigading left, everything has felt bleak," he sighed, expressing a widespread sadness.
Observing the decay, La Galigo suggested, "We should repair the neglected cockfighting arena to revive their spirit."
He looked at the dusty, quiet arena. "This place was once lively," he murmured. "I will be the bridge to bring that warmth and vibrancy back to our community."
A noble quickly agreed. "We will organize a grand welcome for your return, La Galigo. The people will know hope is coming back."
"Ale Luwu will shine again," La Galigo declared, his voice resonating with conviction. "A new era of prosperity awaits."
Meanwhile, in Ale Cina, the air hung heavy with a different kind of silence. Sawerigading sat alone, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, a profound longing etched on his face. He missed his son, La Galigo, more than words could express.
A companion approached him gently. "Perhaps you could train the fighting cocks, my lord? It might distract you from your sorrow."
Sawerigading shook his head slowly. "How can I forget the past, when its shadows still linger so heavily?" he murmured, unable to find solace in such simple diversions.
And so, in both Ale Luwu and Ale Cina, the echoes of past choices continued to shape the present, weaving a tapestry of longing and the enduring promise of a brighter tomorrow, awaiting the hero's destined return.