Transmigrating to the BeastWorld,I Picked Up an Adorable BeastHusband! Chapter 19: Cold blue eyes

Numa nodded, waving his hands as Hauk flew out of the cave, his shadow covering the settlent for a brief second before clearing.

Walking outside, Numa stared at the moon.

The last two mating seasons were futile and the population in their tribe was declining.

Numa pressed a hand to his chest.

Sothing was wrong.

The air no longer felt clean. It carried a faint heaviness, as though it had passed through rot before reaching his lungs.

The wind did not sing the way it used to.

Even the insects were quieter tonight.

Unease curled in his belly.

He turned back into his cave and knelt before the small stone altar carved into the wall.

Upon it lay old offerings, shed scales preserved in resin, sun-bleached bones, and a single golden stone worn smooth by generations of prayer.

Numa bowed his head.

"Nok’Ra.." he murmured, his voice low and steady.

There was no need to raise his voice. This god had never required shouting.

"Watch over the coming mating season. Let life return to the tribe, and let those who carry it be protected."

He paused, choosing his next words carefully.

"Our people have endured hunger, cold, and loss. I ask only that we do not endure it any longer."

When the prayer ended, Numa remained still.

Only then did the unease settle in.

The air inside the cave felt unfamiliar. It was not heavy or suffocating, but thinner than it should have been, as though sothing essential had been slowly leeched away.

Numa inhaled again, testing it and found no comfort in the breath he drew.

His frown deepened.

After a mont, he straightened his back and began the incarnation.

The words were old, older than the tribe itself, passed down not through writing but through mory and warning. They were not ant to be understood by those who heard them, only by what listened beyond.

"Vaen sul’kara ithra nael. Nok’Ra sen vel thaan. Orim kael ven, orim kael ven. Show the future."

The torchlight flickered, though no wind passed through the cave.

Numa’s vision blurred as the world tilted, the stone beneath his hands growing cold.

Images ford, not as a single vision but as overlapping impressions. He saw land scarred by movent too large to ignore, beasts gathering in numbers that spoke of conflict rather than survival.

Fires burned where none should have existed, and the balance between tribes felt strained, stretched thin by unseen pressure.

At the center of it all stood a single presence.

A female.

She did not fight or flee, yet the world around her shifted, as though her existence alone altered the course of what was coming.

Numa tried to focus on her face, but the vision resisted him, blurring whenever he drew too close.

The incarnation broke.

Numa gasped and pulled his hands away from the stone, the cave snapping back into stillness. His breathing was unsteady as the ache behind his eyes slowly faded.

"This is not a peaceful future.." he said quietly to the empty cave.

After a long mont, he turned his gaze toward the direction of Weijie’s dwelling.

"Mhm. This is not good."

He was about to place his hand on the stone again, he felt a chill crawl up his back and imdiately stood up.

When he turned, he saw cold blue eyes staring at him.

The white snake curled up in the corner, in the shadows, watching him without saying a word.

"Why have you co here? Why do you hide yourself in my corners? Speak up or I may do sothing drastic.."

The snake remained silent for a mont before shifting slightly.

"I am lost and have no where to go. I stumbled upon this place by accident."

Numa eyed the snake for a mont before walking to where it was.

"You’re but a young male. I am Numa, the elder of this tribe. If I give you a place to stay what will you give in return?"

The white snake lifted its head slightly, the pale scales along its neck catching the torchlight. Its eyes did not waver from Numa’s face, cold and alert in a way that made the elder uneasy.

"I do not have much to give." the snake said at last. Its voice was calm, neither pleading nor defiant. "I am not of your tribe, and I carry no gifts. If you turn away, I will leave."

Numa studied him in silence.

Young, yes, but he didn’t look weak.

There was a restraint in the way the snake held itself, as though it were used to watching rather than acting.

That alone made Numa cautious.

"You ca at an unfortunate ti," Numa said. "The land is unsettled, and strangers are rarely welco when the tribe itself is struggling."

The snake lowered its head, as if tired and Numa sighed.

He circled once, careful to keep a respectful distance. Up close, the snake’s scales were unmarred, too clean for one who had wandered for long.

It did not sll like fear either, which troubled him more than open desperation would have.

"If I allow you to stay." Numa continued, "you will not stir trouble. You will not approach our females, and you will not involve yourself in tribal matters unless instructed. In return, you will work, hunt, and obey the laws of this land."

The snake’s gaze lowered slightly, a gesture that acknowledged authority without submission.

"That is acceptable."

"And your na?" Numa asked.

There was a brief pause, just long enough to be noticeable.

"Deimos." he said.

Numa nodded and turned to the altar, the unease had still not left instead it only increased with the arrival of this new male.

"You may rest here for the night. Tomorrow a place will be created for you." Numa said as he walked to the bedding not too far apart from Deimos.

He switched to his snake form, covering the entire bedding, as the oldest male in the tribe, he was also the biggest.

"If you have co here to destroy, then you are solely mistaken. Because I have warriors who will take you down in an instant."