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That night, under the cold embrace of the stars, Kayer addressed the group, his voice steady yet firm. He spoke of the crater, of the strange traces lef t behind, and urged them all to remain vigilant.
Riverus, ever composed, added his own insight.
"The Memika Tribe does not think like us. Their sense of reason is warped by their beliefs. Do not trust their words, no matter how convincing they seem. This goes the same way for the trace they left, it might be a trap and could still be lurking around here somewhere."
A chilling truth.
Cheska shivered. She had heard of the Memika Continent, of its infamous purge, but the tribe itself— their ruthless, fanatical nature —felt even more disturbing.
She wondered about the goddess they revered.
Memika, the divine bearer of light. A goddess who feared the darkness to such an extreme that she sought to erase it completely.
Was she cowardly?
Or simply… afraid?