'So, if I become this kind of person, what's the point of living?'
'Yuan Lang…'
'Snow Tiger Tribe…'
Beneath those tightly shut eyelids, the red in her eyes deepened once more...
The Yan Yan Tribe's Beastman Warriors had no idea what the witch, seemingly asleep on one of their backs, was going through.
The next morning, full of hope, the witch who had forced herself to rest awoke to a series of jolts.
She opened her eyes to the sight of the forest receding behind them.
'Are we already on our way back to the tribe?'
"Ah…"
She had just tried to say something, but the guttural croak that escaped her lips caused the suppressed flame in her heart to ignite with a WHOOSH.
'It's not better. I still can't speak!'
'No, I can't be mute. This injury must just be more severe and need a longer time to heal.'
She told herself it was probably the same for her legs. After all, even strong Beastman Warriors needed a long time to recover from their injuries.
