Nightingale walked slowly along the mountain path.
The road under her feet was only as wide as her shoulders. On her side was a huge stone wall, and on the opposite side was a steep mountain rock. The distance between the two was about ten feet wide, and in the middle was a deep ravine. She carefully leaned against the stone wall to avoid slipping.
Looking up, there was only a faint light in the sky, like a silver thread hanging in the night sky. But she knew that it was just after noon – even if it was daytime, she still needed to hold up a torch, because the light coming through the rock wall was not enough to illuminate the road ahead. After walking for a long time, she even had the illusion that she was walking inside the mountains.
The only advantage here was that, despite the cold wind howling in the mountains, and the heavy snow swirling in the air, the canyon walls were never affected. Occasionally, a few snowflakes would fall from the top of her head, falling on the mountain wall or on the trail, and soon turning into water vapor. The temperature here was not commensurate with the outside world, and occasionally she could see the hot air rising from the abyss under her feet.
If not for this, she would not have dared to go to the Impassable Mountain Range alone during the Months of the Demons. The fog could hide her figure, but it could not isolate the temperature. If she walked against the cold wind, she estimated that in less than an hour she would freeze to death in the snow.
But Nightingale did not want to stay here for even a moment – because she always felt that something was watching her in the darkness, making her feel creepy.
If she could, Nightingale wanted to walk through the fog, but unfortunately, her physical strength did not support her. Using her ability for a long time would soon exhaust her.
Nightingale raised the torch, and the opposite mountain rock flickered. In the faint light of the torch, she could occasionally see shadows of different sizes on the opposite stone wall. Nightingale knew that those were caves, because they were very deep, the light could not penetrate them, and they looked like a group of dark shadows. And in the same position on the stone wall, there was a corresponding deep cave.
This reminded her of the rumors about the North Slope Mine. It was said that it was an underground monster's lair, and there were many forks in the road, all of which were dug by the monsters. And the North Slope Mountain was just a corner of the Impassable Mountain Range, could it be that these caves were also connected to the mine?
The thought made her shiver.
To the west of the Impassable Mountain Range was a barren land that no one had ever set foot in. If it was said that one could dig countless holes in the towering mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles, then perhaps only the monsters that lived in the barren land would be able to do it.
She didn't dare to think about it anymore. She focused on moving forward.
Finally, there was a change in the road ahead. The shoulder width of the road split into two, one slightly going up, and the other straight down, extending deeper into the darkness. No one knew where this road would lead to. Standing at the bifurcation point, the feeling of being watched had become very strong, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at her in the darkness, making her mouth dry and her scalp numb.
Nightingale gritted her teeth, activated the Mist, and quickly walked up. Soon, that strange feeling disappeared.
As they ascended, the surrounding temperature gradually dropped, and the silver line above their heads grew wider. Half a quarter of an hour later, a huge cave appeared in front of her on the right. The lower edge of the cave was slightly higher than the road. She lifted her leg and stepped into the cave. She could faintly see the light of fire in the depths of the cave.
This was the hiding place of the Witch Cooperation Association.
When Nightingale stepped out of the Mist, she was immediately discovered by the witch in charge of guarding. A wall of black gas appeared in front of her, but soon disappeared. In the darkness, her companion's surprised voice sounded, "You're back!"
Finally back, she thought. But when she noticed the two white cloth wrapped around her companion's arm, Nightingale's excited mood sank again, "There are two more sisters …"
The other's voice paused for a moment, "Uh … ah, it's Aine and Ai Xi. They didn't make it past adulthood five days ago." She reluctantly smiled, "This often happens, doesn't it? Let's not talk about this, let's go to the camp. Vendy has been talking about you for a long time. "
Aine and Ai Xi, a pair of twins from a wealthy family in the Fallen Dragon Ridge, ended their lives in this deep mountain. Nightingale sometimes wondered if she had done the right thing. If she hadn't taken them with her, at least they would have been able to enjoy a well-fed life before they died. They wouldn't have to follow everyone else to live a wandering and homeless life.
But thinking of Vendy, Nightingale's heart was filled with warmth. If Vendy hadn't reached out to help her, she was afraid that she would still be like a puppet, being used as a tool that could be discarded at any time. That's right, I have to tell her this news as soon as possible. I have to tell all my sisters that they don't need to hide like mice anymore. There are people who are willing to accept them, and … they might even be able to safely pass the Day of Awakening every year!
Walking into the camp, Nightingale saw a familiar figure squatting by the campfire and preparing food. She hadn't arrived yet, but she already couldn't help but shout: "Vendy, I'm back."
The other's movements paused, she raised her head, and then revealed a familiar smile that Nightingale was familiar with, "Veronica, welcome home."
Vendy was an extremely kind-hearted woman, and she was also one of the earliest members of the Witch Cooperation Association. Now in her thirties, she didn't have a single wrinkle on her face. Her straight reddish-brown hair almost reached her waist, and her facial features were mature and full of charm. To anyone, she was like a big sister. She cared about every sister of the Witch Cooperation Association. Whether it was daily life or psychological counseling, she would do everything within her power to help them. If it weren't for Vendy, the Witch Cooperation Association wouldn't have been able to gather so many witches so quickly.
It was because of her that Nightingale decided to break away from her family and embark on the journey to find the Holy Mountain with her. She was also one of the few people who knew her original name.
"How many times have I told you, I'm no longer the weak little girl of the past," Nightingale smiled and shook her head. "I'm now a powerful witch. Veronica no longer exists."
"You used to be you. Getting rid of the nightmare of the past doesn't mean that you have to cut yourself off from the past," Vendy said softly. "Of course, as long as you like it. Nightingale, I've been waiting for you to come back. It must have been hard on you. "
"Yeah," Nightingale stepped forward and hugged her. "Thank you."
After a while, Vendy asked: "What happened to the girl, you … weren't able to save her?"
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