At the foot of the snow-covered mountains, lush green grass stretched out, and a few deer were drinking from a crystal-clear lake.
In a single moment, their heads suddenly dropped into the water, their bodies remaining upright as if unaware of what had happened. .Only after a brief pause did they collapse onto the ground.
Sarra retrieved her dagger and efficiently tied up the deer, carrying them back to camp.
This was something she had done many times over the past few days—not just her, but the entire group.
With the sheer number of people in the Coven, and the journey seemingly dragging on endlessly, their food supplies had started to run low.
It had already been days, and they still hadn't left the snowy mountains.
What food they had brought initially was now running short.
