Aldana Candi had also been to that piece of grassland, because when going into the forest to dig for vegetables, one must pass through that area.
A trace of heaviness surfaced in her heart—if even that piece of grassland was no longer safe, it indicated that the man-eating creature was approaching the village. Did that mean that this place might also become unsafe?
Aldana stood at the doorway, watching as the young and strong villagers gathered together, lighting torches, deciding to go into the forest tonight to search for people. Every face carried anger; their population was sparse, living primitively by the sea for years, and women had fewer chances of safely giving birth. To them, children were the crucial hope for their race's continuation. Losing three children in a week was a significant loss for the people of this tribe.
The firelight, just like last week, gradually spread into the forest. Aldana silently withdrew her gaze and walked to the bedside with a silent sigh.
