Veer moved through the houses like a shadow, pushing open doors, stepping over broken baskets and scattered tools. Every home told the same story—upturned belongings, fresh traces of life, and yet not a single soul in sight. It was as if the entire village had been lifted away in an instant, leaving behind only the mess of a struggle… but not a drop of blood.
That wasn't possible.
When they met back in the middle of the settlement, their eyes locked, and both spoke at the same time.
"I remembered something."
"I remembered something."
A short, tense pause. Then they both turned toward the same direction. The largest house in the village—the chief's place.
