The baby's cries echoed behind him, and the third son gritted his teeth, knowing he still had a task left unfinished.
Amidst falling rocks and screams, the third son quickly found the passage left by the village chief. He climbed the rock walls covered with debris and blood stains, indifferent to the wounds on his hands.
At this moment, he had only one thought in mind, which was to see through the task given by his father and send the will out of the Deep Pit.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll take you away! You'll be safe!" The words his brothers once used to comfort the third son now emerged from his own mouth as he continuously soothed the baby behind him.
The third son was an abandoned infant adopted by the old village chief. He had once clung to his own father's back in the same way, feeling incredibly secure and reassured no matter the horrors faced.
Now, his brothers and father were gone, and his back had become the new solace for the child.
