Everything was going completely against their expectations.
First, the artifact that was supposed to appear in Willow Village never showed up.
Then, the woman they had been searching for was still missing. And now, another variable had entered the picture.
The only comfort they had was their stockpile of food.
But even that raised a troubling question— for how long would those supplies really last?
According to the futures foretold by their elders, this disaster would not end anytime soon. Worse, it would grow longer, harsher, and far more dangerous.
Because of this, the elders repeatedly peered into the future, each time burning away their own life force in search of the best path forward for the clan.
Jack frowned, sinking into deep thought.
All the visions had remained unchanged until a year ago. Tracing them back, he realized everything had begun when they failed to obtain the artifact in a remote village.
