The others fell silent at his words. It seemed there was truly no other way.
Just a moment ago, they had considered cutting down the surrounding trees for firewood to melt the ice blocks.
But honestly, there weren't many trees around, and the islanders needed them as well.
Moreover, these trees were alive and cold-resistant. To burn them, they would first need to be dried, which would take a considerable amount of time.
And the sheer volume they required would definitely disrupt the local ecosystem.
Alka sat by the pit, his gaze casually drifting into the distance. He noticed a few tribal children hiding in the snow, watching them. To these children, Alka and his companions were fascinatingly strange outsiders. As Alka observed the children, an idea sparked in his mind.
"I've got an idea!" he exclaimed.
"I've got an idea," Lucilia, on his shoulder, echoed at the same instant.
Hearing them suddenly speak up, the others turned their gazes toward them.
