Kana and Lysera moved quietly through the village, their borrowed cloaks blending them into the crowd of traders.
At first glance, everything seemed normal—stalls stood open, children darted past, voices mingled in idle chatter.
Yet, when they leaned in to listen, the same whispers echoed again and again.
"The sacrifice will strengthen her… The wolf goddess will return…"
No matter where they turned, the talk circled back to the ritual. Kana's chest tightened. They were running out of time.
Lysera tugged lightly at her sleeve.
"We need to find Irielle first. Nothing else matters."
Kana nodded, though her thoughts whirled.
'If I rely only on asking around, we'll waste precious hours. She bit her lip, then turned inward. System—show me something useful.'
As always, the screen of skills shimmered into her vision. None felt right, until her eyes fell on one that pulsed faintly as though waiting for her. Kana chose it without hesitation.
