Near dawn, the three of them slowly made their way across a prairie thick with wild grass. Though the sky had yet to brighten, the towering trees in the distance were already faintly visible.
The woman's condition had improved slightly, and some of the purple had faded from her face. Nameless breathed a sigh of relief. His efforts had not been in vain after all.
He took a clay jar from the basket on his back and gulped down a mouthful of water. Then, unable to stop himself, he opened his mouth and spat out a bloodied tooth.
This was the price he had paid for saving her.
He had not felt much earlier, but now he realized that several of his teeth had been corroded by some kind of weed. They would not fall out completely, but they were already loose enough that a slight nudge from his tongue could dislodge them.
Fortunately, it felt much like losing baby teeth as a child. It hurt, but not unbearably so.
The group followed the trail left by the tribe as best they could, trying to catch up. Whether they could reach the main group was up to fate.
Not long after they left, a furry hand suddenly picked up the tooth Nameless had spat out. It gently crushed the tooth into powder, then continued pursuing them.
Its back was exceptionally broad, and its body was covered in a layer of rock. Though it had a human shape, one glance at its back was enough to know that it was not human, but some extremely terrifying monster.
Divine Treasure Space.
Many viewers put themselves in his shoes and considered what they would have done in this stage. In the end, they realized they would probably just muddle through. Surviving the stage