Chapter 22: The Life Potion
Although spring had descended upon the Northern Province, the wind was still bitterly cold.
Siv's hands tightly gripped the reins, her fingertips having long lost all feeling.
The warhorse beneath her breathed heavily, its four hooves stumbling, the sweat on its body quickly frosting in the cold night.
Faster... a little faster...
Behind her were the burning flames of the Cold Moon Tribe, the time bought by her brother with his life.
Don't look back, don't stop...
"Run south, and never come back!"
Sigel's angry roar still echoed in her mind, like a nail driven into the depths of Siv's soul.
Sigel was dead, as were her father, mother, brothers, and sisters.
And she was living pathetically, like an abandoned spirit, wandering in this world without belonging.
Not knowing where to go, just constantly fleeing south.