Secret Mission

However, when I saw Nola going to the tribe's camp kitchen area, a sad feeling came over me. She sat there, alone, enjoying her meal. But as time went on, her tears started to fall, and her sobs broke out into the stillness of the night. I felt powerless, unable to comfort her or even care for her.

Suddenly, the sound of the conversation hit my ears heavily. The language they use is somewhat muffled, but the intonation and tension in it sends a strange shiver through my mind. "We have to kill him..." the sentence sounded so sharp and firm. I want to know who they are and who is the target of their assassination.

"That's not possible!" another voice let out a cry of protest, sounding like there was a fight between them. My hand immediately tried to get closer to the direction of the sound. Hovering through the air like a ghost, I try to reach them. However, suddenly, I felt a strong tug that stopped me in my tracks. It felt like there was an invisible rope tugging at my feet, tying me