Beyond the Coordinates

"Where did he come from?"

"He fell from the sky, Chief."

"Fell from the sky?"

"Yes, he fell from the night sky."

"Does he bear the Flame Mark?"

"He does, Chief. Should we leave him here? If the flames catch up, they might discover us as well."

"We cannot abandon a companion. Besides, he is a warrior who has killed flames before. We'll wait until he wakes up..."

"Alright."

The Cold Night Tribe had recently encountered great difficulties during their migration. A mountain blocked their path. This mountain had not formed naturally, but had appeared by chance after the ground was affected by the Bent Region.

Although the Bent Region had already moved on, the warped earth remained behind, turning into a twisted mountain range that blocked the Cold Night Tribe's migration route.

Unfamiliar with this suddenly emerged mountain range, the Chief of the Cold Night Tribe had the entire tribe camp at its foot. Every day, people were sent up the mountain to explore, hoping to find a suitable route across it.

For now, however, they could only remain at the foot of the mountain.

As a member of the Cold Night Tribe, Han Qin had been migrating ever since she was born. She often heard her elders speak of the tribe's former glory.

They had once been the strongest tribe in the Tribal Alliance, and their chief had been exceptionally powerful. They had nearly united all the tribes peacefully, but the arrival of a mass of flames shattered everything...

Han Qin had heard the elders sigh more than once, saying that things were far worse now than they had been before.

Constant migration was always harsher than settling down. The regions within the eternal night were always changing. Though they could predict the patterns by which those