anwhile, the live stream viewers, eager to see what was happening, had no clue what was going on with the lemongrass plant.
Their curiosity began to grow, as many of them had never encountered natural plants like this before, relying instead on nutrient solutions and processed food.
[What's that she's so happy about? What's in her hands?]
[Is that a plant? I've never seen sothing like that before! What's it for?]
[She looks excited about it... is it so kind of herb or seasoning?]
[Why is she so happy? It's just a stalk of grass, isn't it?]
[Does it taste good? I heard they don't have salt or spices. How is she going to use that?]
[Does anyone know what that plant is? I don't recognize it.]
Athena, unaware of the viewers' questions and speculation, continued to prep the fish and the lemongrass.
She carefully scraped off the outer skin of the stalks, exposing the tender, aromatic inner layers. This variety of fish is really good for roasting.
As she slled the sharp, citrusy scent, she felt a flicker of excitent. Even if they couldn't have a full feast, this would definitely make the fish more palatable.
She glanced over to Mors, making sure he was still resting and then began to prepare the fish, stuffing it with lemongrass and placing it over the fire to cook.
At least this will add so flavor, she thought, satisfied with her resourcefulness. Ti to cook!
As the fire crackled, Athena carefully turned the fish over, ensuring it was roasted to perfection. When will he wake up?
The scent of the lemongrass-infused fish filled the air, and she could feel the warmth of the fire wrapping around her. The sll makes a little bit starving...
Despite the pressure of the survival ga and the constant eyes of the viewers, Athena found solace in this small, simple mont.
Mors stirred, awakening from his slumber. His gaze imdiately locked onto the fish she was roasting.
"Let do it," Mors offered, his voice deep and smooth as he stretched his arms.
This ghost can be a gentleman too? Impressive! But Athena's eyes signaled for him to clean himself first, her gaze firm and silent but understanding.
It would be embarrassing if he broke his image in front of the audience. Mors had been through a lot, and it was important that he took care of himself before assisting her.
Without a word, Mors stood up and disappeared from her view, heading toward the water to clean himself.
He's really easy to talk to. Athena remained focused, watching the fish carefully as the flas flickered and danced beneath it.
The firelight cast shadows on her face, making her features appear even more intense, but her hands moved with precision, a calm determination settling over her.
As Mors returned, freshly cleaned and feeling more refreshed, he approached the fire without hesitation. He didn't ask how she had caught the fish or gathered the herbs.
Mors had co to realize that Athena was full of secrets, things she wasn't ready to share, things she probably couldn't.
He respected that. Trust had to be built, and he knew that it would take ti. Athena had to feel comfortable with him, and that would co in ti, but for now, he understood.
Without a word, Mors took over the task of roasting the fish for her, his movents gentle as he turned the fish carefully, ensuring it didn't burn.
Athena watched him, her eyes soft but focused. They didn't need to speak, the task at hand spoke for itself.
When the fish was finally done, the two sat down together. The silence between them wasn't uncomfortable, it was a shared understanding.
They ate, savoring the simple, nourishing al they had made together. Very satisfying! The fish at was so tender.
After they had finished eating, Athena shifted slightly, preparing to bring up a matter that had been weighing on her. She wiped her hands on a piece of cloth, her thoughts gathering.
"I want to move," she said, her voice steady but soft, as she looked out toward the distant horizon.
Mors raised an eyebrow, looking at her curiously. He waited for her to continue.
"I want to live in another area. Sowhere higher up, but near the sea. Sowhere safe from flooding," she added, her eyes scanning the landscape.
"This cave isn't going to be enough if it rains or floods. We need a place that's more secure."
Mors listened intently, taking in her words. He understood her reasoning, knowing that survival in the wild required careful planning.
The environnt was unpredictable, and they needed a safe space to ride out the harsh conditions that could co at any mont.
"I agree," Mors said, his voice calm. "We'll move."
Athena felt a small sense of relief wash over her. It was a simple agreent, but it ant they were working together to adapt and improve their situation.
She could feel the quiet connection between them growing, as each decision they made beca a step toward sothing more stable.
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Athena and Mors descended the mountain, the air grew heavier, and the path beca steeper, signaling they were getting closer to the area they had been searching for.
Athena scanned their surroundings, alert as always, her senses sharpened by the years of training.
But suddenly, the earth shifted beneath their feet, and the leaves rustled with an unsettling noise. Athena froze, her instincts imdiately kicking in.
Out of the dense brush, a hoard of snakes erged, slithering rapidly across the ground.
Their scales shimred like a deadly army preparing for battle, their eyes glowing faintly with an eerie light.
[What is this? A hoard of snakes! What's happening?]
[Is she seriously not freaking out right now? How is she staying so calm?]
[Oh my god, those snakes are massive!! What are they?]
[I've never seen anything like this, are they venomous?]
[This is too dangerous, what if they get bitten?]
[She's amazing, she doesn't even flinch.]
[I think they're screwed! No way they're getting out of this alive with just knives!]
[Please, sobody, help! The Major General and Athena are in danger!]
Athena stood still for a mont, assessing the situation.
The snakes were closing in from every side, their movents fast and synchronized, a wall of deadly creatures blocking their path.
Her eyes narrowed, her body tense as she calculated her next move.
Unlike many of the others who might have been overwheld by fear, Athena had trained for monts like this.
She had once been to Snake Island on Earth, an infamous location used by assassins to hone their survival and combat skills.
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