Unspoken Bonds

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Splat! Heesoo misstepped and tumbled to the side of a muddy patch.

Fortunately, she didn’t end up covered in filth.

Carrying a heavy load in both hands made navigating the slope difficult.

‘The mud must mean it rained here recently.’

They were once again in a wasteland canyon, resembling the Grand Canyon.

She had no idea how, but the terrain kept shifting between forests and barren land.

Heesoo silently got back on her feet.

Dirty water had splattered onto her clothes, but the first thing she did was dust off the mud on the satchel she was carrying.

There was no need to hesitate—whether she got dirty or not didn’t matter.

What mattered far more was not provoking that man’s temper.

Aside from her slightly sore knee from the fall, she was fine.

Falling on a rocky surface was nothing to fuss over.

But just a few steps ahead, the man suddenly rushed over to her.

“Tu es blessé? (Are you hurt?)”