The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.
Narvi walked in from outside the camp, his right hand stained with fresh blood, the heat of which even burned small holes in his sleeve.
"It seems you've made your choice." Alka said, looking at him.
He saw a sense of relief and liberation on Narvi's face.
Narvi nodded and heavily sat down on the nearby wicker chair.
With a sudden plop, the weight made the wicker chair creak slightly, as he leaned back against the chair. He exhaled.
"Yes, I've made the choice I had to make, his head will be the best gift when I meet my closest ones."
Saying this, he slightly raised his right hand and rubbed his necklace.
It was just an ordinary necklace, nothing special at all.
"What are your plans for the future?"
Upon hearing this, Narvi placed his left hand on his forehead, raising his head to gaze at the ceiling.
"Going home, to rest well. It's been too long, I've nearly forgotten what home looks like."
