I gave her a small, reassuring nod. "Good. Keep this in. If anything happens, call me. I'll hear you."
She opened her mouth to protest, but I was already stepping back, my expression firm. "I have to go. Keep the tribe safe."
Without waiting for a response, I activated the magical tool, the familiar hum of the jetpack filling the air as I launched myself into the sky. The wind rushed past me, the forest shrinking below as I soared toward the Kronos Tribe's territory.
I landed just outside the Kronos Tribe's territory, the jetpack's hum fading as I deactivated it. The familiar sights and sounds of the camp greeted me—the crackling of fires, the low murmur of voices, the scent of herbs and smoke lingering in the air. But something felt off. The tension was palpable, the warriors moving with a sense of urgency.
