Under the cold light of the green moon, the wilding village clung stubbornly to the barren deadlands. Cracked earth stretched in all directions, dotted with twisted, lifeless trees whose skeletal branches clawed at the sky. The village huts, built from rough-hewn wood and scraps of animal hide, blended with the harsh surroundings—weathered, raw, and resilient.
From the hill above, the village looked small but fierce, a stubborn heart beating in the wasteland. Smoke from crude fires curled upward, fading into the still night. The green moonlight bathed the scene in an unnatural glow, casting eerie shadows that danced across the cracked ground and lifeless trees. Here, life fought against death, wild and untamed beneath the watchful glow of the distant green moon.
Yuhan realize now that people can actually live in this dead zone in this forest that's wild.
After while they came near the village ,no boundary,indeed no boundary actually saving them from those predator.
In the middle of those hut only source of light other than moon is burning wood, they're moving towards that in siding all the wooden hut in narrow street they're all walking the girl seem to be friendly but the guy is kinda jealous or what but he's not welcoming them like others that's what feel mikayle.
Moving closer in this alley, finally they e up in the center of the village
At the heart of the village, a tall mound of burning wood crackled, sending sparks into the night. Its flickering light bathed the dead land in a wavering glow, casting long shadows across the cracked earth and hollow trees.
Around the fire, figures sat in a wide ring—dozens of them, all draped in the same rough, weather-worn outfits. Their faces were dim in the firelight, eyes reflecting the flames as silence settled like ash.
Few people sitting on chairs exactly so close to the fire in milayle and other perspective making them those elder the head of village.
The three mid aged guy lifting that giant monster they cross the people surrounding fire and exactly front of the fire they left the body.
Than they whisper something to those guys who's sitting on those chair.
Than one of those mid thirty guy gave a nod to that girl. Seeing the nod that guy same age as mikayle and other left the place but of anger showed in his face.
In one of the dark alley connected to the village that girl leading them a way to shadow
"In darkness she's holding a flamebeau to enlighten the path
After few crossing way and narrow street finally a house can seen in eye's
A similar hut like other dozon they pass
The hut looked like it could barely hold the wind out, let alone three people. Cramped and crooked, with walls patched in mismatched stone and scrap wood, it seemed ready to collapse under its own weight. The roof sagged low, and the single, narrow entrance felt more like a crawlspace than a door. Inside, they could sleep—barely—pressed together like stacked firewood, breathing the same stale air, their movements limited to shifting discomfort. It wasn't shelter. It was survival.
Ivan and mikayle without second thought go inside passing the wooden door.
Inside same two flamebeau lightening whole house ,and in the name of house or hut
One tight room held it all: three narrow beds crammed wall to wall, a single rickety chair, a tiny kitchen tucked in the corner, one dusty window, and a door that creaked louder than it closed. Nothing more.
It's actually took 2 flanebeau to lighten this cheap room.
Mikayle find that funny they use two flambeau like
'isn't that waste'
Outside the house the girl still standing borabor door borabor.
She said, loud enough for all three of them to hear,
"This is your new home. Have fun. And about food… I don't think you're getting anything tonight, so sleep tight. Maybe in the morning, there'll be some leftovers."
She shook her head twice, eyes lingering on each of them, then said with a disappointed tone,
"Since you guys didn't ask, I'll say my name myself. Me—Mira. And unlike you, we don't get surnames. Just Mira. And I'm not expecting your names."
She looked at them, possibly waiting for a reply.
Mikayle responded politely,
"Mikayle… me."
Yuhan replied reluctantly,
"Yuhan."
Seeing the two of them, Ivan said,
"Uh… Ivan."
Yuhan had never revealed his family name; Ivan and Mikayle had been confused about this for months but never asked. They didn't know what he had gone through, how he came to hate his own identity, or how he became a slave.
But after this incident—Master dead, Marco missing—Ivan and Mikayle didn't need to ask. They understood. From then on, they started going by just their first names.
Mira then turned to Ivan, lingering a moment before speaking.
"Iv… Ivan. The scar on your back—are you going to show them you're some amazing warrior? There should be healing potions and bandages somewhere. Put them on."
Ivan, dumbfounded by everything happening so fast, forgot that his back was torn and bleeding.
She stretched her arm, pulled the door closed from the outside, and left.
Ivan made a weird face.
"Weirdo."
Yuhan and Mikayle turned to him.
"I mean," Ivan continued, "why does she think we're friends or something? I know she's showing us the way, but what was with her reaction when asking our names?"
Mikayle and Yuhan turned their heads toward the door where she had just left and said simultaneously,
"Weirdo, indeed."