Cara noticed that the witch who was carrying her was breathing rapidly.
"Get someone else to carry me," said Cara loudly, "Leaf, you carry me instead."
Walking in the cold of the Impassable Mountain Range was very exhausting, especially in the snowy winter. Every day, the 42 witches had to find a suitable camp after walking a short distance and re-energize their medallions to withstand the sudden drop in temperature at night.
"Yes, Respected Mentor." A witch squatted down in front of Cara. Cara summoned the demonic snake and made it wrap around the witch's arms and pull herself up. Cara observed that the witch could not help trembling slightly.
"Damn Nightingale!" Cara thought bitterly. If Nightingale had not repeatedly refused her kindness, she would not have been cruel to her sister. At this crucial time in their search for Holy Mountain, Cara could not afford to take any risks.
