The night air was thick with anticipation as Mkata-mwezi moved swiftly through the shadows, his lantern casting flickering light over the uneven trail. The moon hung low, a pale guardian watching over their journey. Beside him, Jiwe kept pace, her steady calm a marked contrast to Fury's restless energy, her eyes darting from the trees to the darkened horizon.
"Why are we heading to Tar Village?" Jiwe asked softly, her voice barely a whisper over the rustling leaves. "What's so urgent?"
Mkata-mwezi slowed his steps, glancing ahead. "There's been an incident. Someone saw strange figures near the outskirts—disappearances, strange noises. We need to investigate."
Fury, trailing just behind, scowled. She clenched her fists, her frustration simmering just beneath her guarded exterior. Her eyes flashed with unspent anger. "I wasn't invited to that stupid tournament. Mwana's always got her reasons—probably hiding some secret prize or power."
