Gail thanked Laba and promised to rely more on his inner abilities than external systems and powers. He felt a newfound sense of determination, ready to embark on the next phase of his journey. As he turned to leave, the forest healer called out to him, his voice echoing through the dense canopy above.
Laba said, "I know you're in a hurry and have an important goal ahead of you. I hope you succeed in your mission and the path you've taken. But before you go, make me one promise."
Gail turned back, a mix of curiosity and respect in his eyes. "Certainly. You played a crucial role in my recovery. You saved my life and helped me regain my health over these three days. You were also like a mentor to me, helping me gain a better understanding of myself. I will do anything within my power to help you."
Laba's eyes met Gail's, filled with deep, unspoken sorrow. "I ask you to think of my daughter, Lia, during your mission. If you can, find her and ask her to return to me. I would like to see my daughter one more time before I die."
Gail felt a pang of empathy and a surge of resolve. "I will do that. I will never forget your kindness. Do you know which direction I should take to head towards civilization?"
Laba pointed towards the horizon where the sky began to lighten. "You should probably head south. Take care of yourself. Never head west. The west will lead you to the very dangerous cedar forests. It's best to avoid that path."
Gail nodded, absorbing the weight of Laba's words. He thanked him and took the provisions Laba had prepared—a bundle of dried fruits, nuts, and herbs—and the magical sword, its hilt encrusted with ancient runes, glowing faintly with light. He set off into the forest, his heart a mix of gratitude and determination.
The forest was vast, an emerald sea of towering trees whose branches intertwined to form a thick canopy. Sunlight filtered through in thin, golden streams, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. The air was thick with the scent of moss and pine, and the gentle rustle of leaves whispered secrets of the ancient woods.
As he walked, the slight pain from his recent injuries was a constant reminder of his vulnerability. Yet, he pressed on with strength and resolve. He knew he had already wasted precious time on his quest. The system in the temple had instructed him to quickly reach the tribe and meet with the tribe chief. Enki, who had guided him in dreams, had warned him not to delay, for the tribe chief needed his help urgently.
Gail wondered what awaited him at the end of this journey and how he would find Lia in the midst of it all. He was sure that there would be challenges waiting for him when he returned to the tribe. He thought about the reward that the system had promised him. If he met the chief of the tribe, he could be the next chief.
As he moved deeper into the forest, the sounds of the wilderness surrounded him: the distant call of birds, the rustling of unseen creatures in the underbrush, and the gentle murmur of the two large rivers that bordered the area, their waters shimmering like liquid silver under the scant sunlight.
Despite the challenges ahead, Gail felt a deep sense of purpose. The forest seemed to whisper encouragement, and with each step, he felt more connected to the path he had chosen. His promise to Laba and the mission bestowed upon him by the system were now intertwined, guiding him toward an uncertain but hopeful future.
As Gail ventured deeper into the forest, he found himself enveloped by the serenity and mystery of the wilderness. The path southward seemed clear at first, but the forest soon grew denser, with thick underbrush and twisted roots that made progress difficult. The towering trees, their branches heavy with foliage, created an almost impenetrable canopy that blocked out the sun, casting the forest floor into an eerie twilight.
Despite his best efforts to maintain his direction, Gail began to feel a creeping sense of disorientation. The forest seemed to play tricks on him, the landscape appearing unfamiliar and indistinct. He tried to rely on landmarks, but every tree and rock looked similar, blending into a seamless, confusing expanse.
Hours passed, and Gail's unease grew. He paused to catch his breath, leaning against a massive oak. His provisions, though ample, would not last indefinitely. The realization that he might be lost gnawed at his confidence.
Suddenly, a strange noise broke the silence—a low, guttural growl emanating from the underbrush. Gail's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his magical sword. He scanned the surroundings, his eyes narrowing as he tried to pinpoint the source of the sound. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the usual cacophony of wildlife eerily absent.
Before he could react, a massive shadow burst from the underbrush. It was a beast unlike any he had ever seen—a giant, muscular creature with dark, matted fur, eyes glowing a fierce yellow, and fangs bared in a snarl. It resembled a wolf, but far larger and more menacing, with a predatory intelligence in its gaze.
Gail drew his sword, the runes along its blade flaring to life with a bright, otherworldly light. The beast circled him, its growl rumbling like distant thunder. Gail's heart pounded in his chest, but he steadied his breathing, focusing on the teachings Laba had imparted.
As the beast lunged, Gail sidestepped with agility, his sword slicing through the air with a sharp, clear sound. The blade connected with the creature's flank, and it let out a roar of pain, staggering back. But it was not defeated. Snarling, it came at him again, faster and more ferocious.
Gail's training took over. He moved with precision, each swing of his sword guided by an inner calm and strength. Despite the beast's fury, Gail remained focused, his movements a blend of defensive maneuvers and calculated strikes. Finally, with a powerful thrust, he drove the blade deep into the creature's chest, the runes glowing fiercely as the magic within the sword surged. The beast let out a final, agonized howl before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
Breathing heavily, Gail withdrew his sword, its light dimming to a soft glow. He took a moment to collect himself, realizing how close he had come to being overpowered. As he looked around, the forest seemed different—less menacing, more familiar. It was as if overcoming the beast had dispelled some of the disorienting enchantment that had plagued him.
Still, Gail knew he had to find his way out. He closed his eyes, focusing on his inner senses as Laba had taught him. He felt a subtle pull, a direction that felt right. Trusting his instincts, he resumed his journey, more determined than ever to fulfill his mission and find Lia.
The encounter with the beast had been a stark reminder of the dangers lurking in the forest, but it also reinforced his resolve. Gail knew that the path ahead would not be easy, but he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way. With each step, he felt more attuned to his surroundings, his confidence growing as he moved closer to his goal.
Gail was continuing his way when suddenly he heard a voice. The system was activated in front of him:
[System Reactivated]
[You killed one of your kind!]
[Keep going]