"Lala!"The shout sliced through the afternoon air, breaking the silence like the crack of a whip.A beautiful green-haired woman sprinted frantically from the direction of the guard post. She was pale, breathless, her once-calm eyes now swirling with a panic she could barely conceal. Her long green hair whipped wildly in the wind, a few damp strands clinging to her sweat-slicked cheeks.The moment she spotted Lala in Jaka’s arms, her pace quickened.Lala, whose body still felt incredibly weak, could only manage a helpless little smile. It was a pale, fragile thing, but enough to prove she was conscious and breathing. As Jaka gently set her down, her feet met the earth with a faint tremble. Her knees felt hollow, as if every ounce of strength had just been siphoned from her body by some unseen force.Before Lala could even utter a word, the green-haired woman pulled her into a tight, desperate embrace."Lala…!"The hug was so forceful that Lala winced slightly, but she made no move to

After leaving the outpost, Jaka made good time on his way back, barely stopping on the road.The sky gradually shifted colors. The bright sunlight softened, turning golden at the edges of the clouds and spilling warm hues across the path home. The mountain breeze carried the scent of damp earth and wet leaves, its lingering chill still biting lightly at his skin.Throughout the journey, flashes of what had happened on the mountain kept playing in his mind.The fragile weight of Lala in his arms.The anxious gaze of that green-haired woman.And, hardest of all to ignore, the mysterious gift now resting inside him, buried like a grand secret he had yet to fully grasp.*Eternal Dew Art*The name still felt foreign, but its effects were already enough to make Jaka’s heart tremble. He had no idea if this was a blessing or the prelude to something far more complicated. His life had always been simple—perhaps too simple. After being framed and losing his job, all he wanted was to return ho

"If things keep going like this..." Bejo muttered, his voice hollow. "How are we supposed to survive next season? The savings are practically gone, and Dina’s midterms are right around the corner."Jaka rarely heard his father sound so defeated. Bejo had always been the pillar of the family, projecting an unshakable strength. Even when money ran tight, when the harvests failed, or when his body ached from sheer exhaustion, he would just wave it off and say, "Don't worry, we'll find a way."But this time, those words never came.All that remained was a quiet, suffocating despair he had kept hidden for far too long.Jaka stood frozen just a few steps away from the dilapidated hut. A heavy weight pressed down on his chest. He knew their situation was dire, but hearing the raw truth spill from his father’s lips made it cut so much deeper. Bejo had always shielded his children from the ugly realities of their poverty. He would rather break his own back carrying the burden alone than let

The crops in the field had turned green.And it wasn't just the dull, desperate green of thirsty plants finally getting a drink. This was a rich, vibrant green that defied all logic. Leaves glistened under the late afternoon sun, and stems that had been drooping only hours ago now stood tall, as if they had just woken from a deep slumber. Fat, ripe red chilies hung heavily from the branches, glowing like tiny lanterns amidst the lush canopy.Just moments ago, the field had looked like a terminal patient waiting for the end.Yellowing leaves. Limp stalks. Exhausted soil. Even the air had felt suffocatingly bleak, as if the entire plot of land was quietly surrendering to death.But now, everything had changed.The vegetables were thriving. The chilies were perfectly ripe. Crops that had been on the verge of withering away were suddenly ready for harvest, as if an invisible hand had forcibly fast-forwarded time.Jaka stood frozen in the middle of the field, staring at the impossible si

Once Jaka left, the living room settled back into a quiet stillness.Susi turned her gaze to Bejo.“Do you really believe him?” she asked softly.Bejo didn’t answer right away. His eyes lingered on the kitchen doorway where Jaka had just disappeared.“His eyes weren't lying,” Bejo finally said. “And that field… there’s no way it could change overnight like that. Not unless something truly beyond our understanding was at work.”Susi lowered her head. “I’m scared.”“I am, too.”That blunt honesty left Susi speechless.Bejo leaned back slowly, his gaze drifting off into the distance. Deep within his mind, long-buried memories began to stir, rustling like dry leaves caught in a sudden breeze.Years ago, back when he was just a young man and his father was still alive, Bejo had encountered a mystical being by the river near their village.It hadn't been a mountain spirit like the one Jaka had met.Rather, it was a beautiful woman, the kind the village elders used to call a fairy.Her face