The Linked Universe heroes are gathered in a clearing, resting after their latest battle. Each Link is occupied with their own task, reflecting their personalities and skills.

Time sits against a tree, sharpening his sword. His eyes scan the camp, ensuring everyone is safe. He rarely lets his guard down, even during peaceful moments.

Twilight is sitting beside Time, whittling a piece of wood. His wolf companion rests at his feet, ears twitching as he listens to the sounds of the forest.

Sky is lying on his back, watching the clouds. His Loftwing circles overhead, occasionally letting out a cry. He hums a tune, lost in thought about Zelda and Skyloft.

Wild is cooking over the fire, tossing in various ingredients he scavenged. He doesn’t follow a recipe—just instinct. The smell draws the others closer, though Legend eyes it suspiciously.

Warriors is cleaning his armor, muttering about how much work it takes to keep it polished. He occasionally teases Four, who is sitting nearby, reading an old map.

Four is studying, deep in concentration. His split personalities bicker in his mind, but outwardly, he remains calm. Occasionally, he adjusts his hat, thinking of their next move.

Legend is inspecting a newly acquired treasure, turning it over in his hands. He glances at Wild’s cooking and scoffs. "If I wake up poisoned, I’m blaming you."

The camp is peaceful—for now. But danger is never far, and each of them knows it.