Life in the Snow Tiger Tribe had returned to peace, but a few days later, at the border between the Red Flame Plain and the Polar Forest, the Yan Yan's Tribe Witch finally awoke under the care of the Beastmen.
To the Beastmen, the battle with the Snow Tiger Tribe already felt like a distant memory.
But for the Yan Yan's Tribe Witch, who had just regained consciousness, it might as well have happened moments ago.
The neck a Beastman had nearly crushed was no longer as bruised and swollen as before, but her throat seemed to be injured. When she tried to speak, she could only produce a few meaningless, guttural sounds.
For the witch, who had always been held in high esteem by the Yan Yan Tribe, this was nearly impossible to accept.
She repeatedly opened her mouth, trying to say something, but only simple, halting syllables would occasionally escape.
'How could this be?'
'Where was her voice?'
'Why couldn't she speak anymore?'
