The hike back up the cliff was exhausting as arduous as I had to stop, calculating the exact route I needed to take to reach the next rock, then summon my wing, and finally flap it.
However, at least I had some motivation now.
Halfway up the cliff, I stared downwards at the village, seeing the same group of kids gathering water in their empty buckets.
How many times had it been now?
Over 100 times...
Since I had begun climbing this cliff to get back up, these poor children had gathered water over a hundred times.
Recalling how I had loudly yelled and ridiculed the children, I almost lost my grip on the cliffside and plummeted back down toward the village.
I was by no means a saint or good person for that matter... but still, there were some boundaries that couldn't be crossed.
As I continued my difficult journey up the cliff, a sudden thought popped into my head.
How long had that village been stuck in the loop...?
