A small, thin figure emerged from the bushes.
He was a boy of about ten, with a scrawny frame, slightly sunken cheeks, and large, bright silver-gray eyes that held a wariness beyond his years.
His gaze swept back and forth over Loa and Wangcai twice before settling on the grilled fish still dripping oil in Wangcai's hand. He swallowed involuntarily.
"Relax, kid. You're not even a Saint. If we wanted to kill you, it'd only take a thought. Since we happened to meet, why not come have some?" Wangcai raised the grilled fish in his hand.
The boy bit his lip. Of course he could tell how terrifying these two were-his sister had taught him to keep his distance from anyone stronger than him.
But the grilled fish smelled so good that his cravings were churning inside his belly.
Besides, the two were right. With their strength, if they really meant him harm, he would already be dead.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward quickly, reached out to accept the half grilled fish Wangcai offered, and bit into it.
The tender, juicy flesh melted in his mouth, the spicy fragrance of the seasonings mingling with the richness of the fish oil and bursting across his tongue.
After one bite, he could not stop. Before long, all the grilled fish, skin and flesh alike, had gone into his stomach, leaving only a clean fish skeleton clutched in his hand.
Loa and Wangcai exchanged a glance. Neither said anything as they watched the child devour his food.
Only after he finished did Loa begin to study him closely.
Pointed ears peeked out slightly through his hair, and a silver crescent mark sat in the center of his forehead.
A Moon Elf.
In the Life Godrealm, only the Moon Elves of the