The continuous mountain range stretches across the horizon, the ink-green forest sea undulating with the mountain's contour. Amidst the dense mid-mountain forest, a simple wooden cabin stands alone, hidden among gnarled branches, with dry moss wedged in the gaps between the wooden planks, blending seamlessly with the surrounding natural scenery.
On the wooden bed, the black-haired young man slowly opened his eyes, still hazy from just waking up, but soon replaced by a hint of brightness.
He propped himself up on his elbows, the washed-out coarse cloth short garments clung tightly to his body, unable to conceal the smooth lines of muscles — broad shoulders, narrow waist, the tendons on his arms slightly tense with his movements, exuding a wild sense of power.
"The village... is saved."
Karlot murmured to himself, a flash of uncontrollable joy in his eyes. He nearly immediately tossed aside the thin blanket, grabbed his backpack, and ran out of the cabin barefoot.
