The October autumn night carried a chill, and the wind in the Northern Land also had a hint of moisture. The rainy season was on the brink, and the flocks of wild geese had already migrated. The sky was vast, the sea roared, the night descended earlier, and the galaxy was clearer.
As night deepened, the two expedition leaders sat cross-legged by the fireplace, silently watching the flickering campfire, as if trying to discern some sign of fate.
Old Hunter Whale smiled, drank a cup of herbal tea, and went to the smoked meat area of the fishing village. Before resting, he had to carefully check the processing and storage of whale meat and arrange for hunters to stand guard throughout the night. After all, this was the food supply for the entire tribal village for a full month or two!
"Miki, what do you think?"
Exploration Captain Zuwaro sipped his tea, watched the old hunter walk away, and then softly asked.
"What he said, is it true?"
