Rubbing her eyes, Solsti silently shut the door and returned inside.

Coiling her serpentine lower body into a comfortable position, she lay down and closed her eyes, preparing to sleep. Tomorrow morning, she had to set out for the gathering place as early as possible. As for what she had just seen—she was sure it was nothing more than exhaustion-induced hallucinations.

It had to be a hallucination… Right?

Like hell it was! As one of the strongest hunters in her tribe, Solsti wasn’t old enough for her vision to be failing.

Why was there a humanoid figure wandering around in the depths of the Outer Zone at night as if it were nothing? The moment she saw it, she had been utterly dumbfounded—yet the figure had even greeted her first.

A hunter must remain calm under all circumstances. Solsti had responded with composure, even inviting the stranger to take shelter in her hut. But the figure had simply waved a hand dismissively and disappeared into the night.

Just like that… They were gone… Gone…