Chapter 151: Want something sweet?
Galantos Snow Mountain stood as a stark white monument above the village.
Its slopes were blanketed in snow year-round. Only the southern base thawed briefly during summer. But it was now November, and even that small patch was frozen over.
Bitter winds swept through the mountain, carrying fine snowflakes like sand over a beach. Even on a clear day, footsteps disappeared in minutes. Climbing or descending became a perilous challenge, especially when time was of the essence.
The higher one went, the deeper the snow and the fiercer the winds. A single misstep could lead to a fall, followed by a silent burial beneath the snow. One mistake, and the mountain would claim another life.
Yet in the face of such conditions, Jennyy trudged forward.
She scanned the frozen landscape, searching for the one thing that could save her father.
Despite the heavy coat and fur-lined hat shielding her from the wind, her cheeks were red with cold, her breath coming in labored puffs.
"Divotian... Divotian... white, bell-shaped flowers," she whispered to herself, repeating the description like a mantra. It wasn't just to stay focused—it was her anchor.
If she could find the herb, Dad could get better. If Dad recovered, Mom wouldn't have to carry the burden alone. And her brother wouldn't have to cry where no one could see him.
Children often act with pure purpose, untouched by the weight of consequences. They believe their sincerity will carry them through.
Jennyy was one of those children. She just wanted to bring her family back to the way it used to be.