Back at the water pool in the small hole, Oscar took a deep breath and plunged down.
After diving for more than twenty ters, the water pool began to stretch out. At the distance was a bright spot which should be the entrance to the cave.
After swimming for a ti, the bright spot opened up in front of him. Realizing the exit was getting nearer, he intensify his swimming.
After reaching the water bank, he quickly rushed out of the water and took a few shallow breaths of fresh air. The rumbling sound of the waterfall in his ears told him that this was the deep pool under the waterfall.
[Child, I've checked your surroundings. There is no danger around here. You're safe]
Oscar thanked his spirit guide and looked up at the high cliff, recalling everything that happened before in this world. His father, mother and sister, all died tragically in the hands of the dreads.
Sadly at this ti, his father's bones could not be found, but his mother's ashes was kept in his own spatial storage. And he believed his sister's body should still be on the cliff.
Thinking of this, Oscar wailed in anguish. It wasn't after a long while that he managed to control his emotions, and started to look for a place to climb to the cliff.
Because it was located at the edge of the waterfall, the rocks were very smooth. So he managed to climb to the top of the cliff after a lot of hard work.
After searching his mory, he found the place where Wynter and Daghr fought. There were still many traces of a hard-fought battle around, but there was no trace of Wynter.
With a glimr of hope, he began praying in his heart for Wynter to have managed in escaping the clutches of the mad dragon.
But as a matter of fact, Wynter had already exploded his life essence, just like how Oscar's father did many years back. But unlike Kai, he didn't survive and his body had been swept away by the water current.
Soon, Oscar found the place where Hespera was killed. There was still a pool of blood on the ground which had already turned black and was air-dried. He knew it must have been left after her death, but her body was gone.
Only traces of bloodstain on the ground from the body being dragged around was left.
Seeing this, Oscar began to sob again, but didn't dare delay any further. He quickly followed the trail of blood, searching.
Along the way, he saw so bloodstains hanging on several branches, and also picked up a shoe belonging to Hespera.
He rembered that she made it from animal skins herself. After the sewing was finished, Oscar once laughed at her craftsmanship as not as good as Shesara's.
Hespera was pulling on Oscar's little face at that ti. So, there was no mistaken the owner of the shoe.
[Child, don't dwell on sadness. It only weakens the soul] The Remnant comforted him. [There's a tiger, a hundred ters ahead of you. Although it was just an ordinary, juvenile tiger, it can easily kill you if you're not careful]
"I have to find the body of my sister..." Oscar said sadly.
[I know. That's what I want to tell you about. Her body is hundred ters ahead, being eaten by the tiger]
After hearing the remnant's words, Oscar wiped the tears from his face and walked forward cautiously. After all, this was an unavoidable pain that he could only bear by himself. The remnant could only guide and provide the little help it could.
So, he climbed to a high slope to look at the scene ahead, and saw to his dismay, a tiger, not far away from him, eating a corpse. Judging from the clothes, it was his good sister?
Oscar's anger surged violently, and he almost collapsed from the roiling essence in his vein. He grabbed a piece of dead wood from under his feet and rushed towards the tiger.
The tiger was already very alert. It turned its head when it heard the movent, but found that it was only a child who was running over. It slowly dropped the food in his mouth and leaped towards the boy.
Nearing the on-rushing tiger, Oscar threw the stick in his hand with all his might. The tiger did not expect that the young human would throw the only weapon in his hand, and it was already on a high speed.
As soon as it twisted its body, its head flashed past the boy, but its body was hit by the dead wood, twisting its front legs. It dropped to the ground, letting out a painful roar.
At this mont, Oscar picked up a large stone, jumped in front of the tiger in a flash, and smashed its head open after taking a huge swing.
He continued to hit the head of the tiger until he no longer had the strength to lift the stone, and then he stopped. He knelt on the ground, and wanted to cry so more, but there was sothing stuck in his throat, so he couldn't cry.
Taking a deep breath, he roared in anger, and raised the stone and smashed it on the tiger's head for the last ti. Then, he threw the stone away, shouting in grief at the sky. "Hespera..."
Flocks of birds were imdiately frightened by this heart-piercing roar and took to the sky from the forest trees. But Oscar's screams continued to echo in the valley for a long ti as he made his way towards his village.
Entering the outskirts of his village, he shook his head in anguish. After the ravages of the dreads, the Birch village had already changed beyond recognition.
Nearly two days had passed since the retreat of the dreads, so the tranquility in the village was unusual at this point.
There was not a single trace of smoke coming out from the huts, but a few wolves could be seen all over the lands of the tribe.
All his clansn were dying everywhere. On the premises of the entire tribe, the only living creatures moving around were the lone wolves that were drawn by the sll of blood and ca to the clan to hunt for food.
Usually these lone wolves would only watch the smoke from fire made by the humans from a distance.
Seeing everything in front of him, Oscar's heart continued to bleed. Due to excessive sadness, his perception was a little numb at this ti.
He ran to the top of the dirt slope to check his old hut, and found it destroyed by the dreads. He picked up a black iron bow and a quiver of arrows, and rushed down the slope.
With great annoyance, he shot the lone wolves to death.
"It's the son of the chieftain." At this mont, less than a dozen clansn, so injured, ca out of the woods in the distance, with faces full of anguish and surprises.
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