Han Yu's muscles ached not just from battle, but from days of malnutrition, dehydration, and lack of sleep.
Now, with food in his belly, warmth by his side, and the Caldera closer with every passing hour, Han Yu finally let himself relax.
"Alright, volcano… I'm coming," he said, licking grease off his fingers. "But if the next beast tries to eat me, it better expect a fight."
And with that, he leaned back against the rocks, still alert, but—finally—just a little hopeful.
Han Yu patted his stomach, feeling something close to human again. For the first time in days, he wasn't starving, shaking, or soaked in a combination of sweat, fear, and despair.
Now that his belly was full, it was time to think smart.
He glanced down at the two other boars he hadn't eaten yet. "You're not going to waste away on me," he said, cracking his knuckles and pulling out his glaive again—not to fight, but to butcher.
