Just as water moves on its own will, time sprinted and three years passed in a blink.
Rion, who held a spear in his left hand and Karhun, who wore gauntlets in both of his hands, prowled through the forest north to the Redwood Basin and Redwood Den.
According to the rituals of the Dhaevrak tribe, both of them had to catch a prey to become a squad member... and their prey wasn't something of fantasy or imagination. No, it was a normal beast.
This ritual symbolised the growth of a young Dhaevrak from a child to a warrior capable of knowing the secrets of the deep southern forest.
"We just have to hunt a dark wolf, right?" Karhun asked while following behind Rion, who had grown much taller than before. Especially because of the White Quali that Dora had gifted him on his twelfth birthday.
Rion, who had reached the sharp age of fifteen, turned his head towards Karhun and said, "Yes, and we need to prepare a meal out of it afterwards."
"I can do that," Karhun replied confidently.
