He saw something no one else did.
A faint purple smoke was rising from her body. Cold. Strange.
And then, it looked at him—or at least, it felt like it did.
Like it was warning him.
Stay away from her.
Vayu took a step back, heart pounding.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
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The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, Kaya and the others set out. Their goal was to reach the nearby Sheep Tribe.
Cutie had told them to just follow the river on the right side. That's what the village elders had once said. But the problem was… even he didn't know exactly where the Sheep Tribe was. He only knew the river led in that direction.
So, with that vague guidance, they began walking.
Kaya, meanwhile, couldn't help but feel the pressure building. Only two months were left before the cold season arrived. And here, the cold wasn't just a minor inconvenience—it was life-threatening.
