The blonde girl’s curled eyelashes flickered imperceptibly, and her fingers moved slightly in an unnatural way.
She slowly opened her eyes, first a thin slit, then closed them before slowly opening them again.
Her golden pupils met the ceiling, and her curled eyelashes unfurled.
"Eh?" The blonde girl felt something was not right. [Where am I now? A cave? But, why is the top of the cave so smooth? And… and why did it look so spacious?]
She suddenly sat up, her golden hair cascading down, falling all the way to the ground.
"Where is this?" The blonde girl was terrified, the surrounding environment was completely unfamiliar to her.
[What am I sleeping on right now? How could flames burn on such high wooden frames? Why are all the surrounding walls made of stone? Could it be… could this be a cave? But how could a cave be so smooth?]
She was stunned. She covered her mouth in surprise, muttering to herself. "Could it be… could it be that I was taken by the Shaman God?"
‘Shaman God’ or ‘Totem’, each Primitive Tribe held faith in such entities. They held faith in the Shaman God, and her Tribe’s Shaman was no different. They also believe in the Shaman God, believing they were given their power by the Shaman God.
"Eh…" The blonde girl was surprised again, touching her wounded area and sighing. "How did my wound disappear? Do wounds disappear after death too?"
The most common stories Primitive Tribes heard were that after death, people would go to where the Shaman God was, and the girl clearly thought this was the case now.
She got up and walked around a few times, discovering that the wounded area truly did not hurt at all, not even leaving a scar.
She kept scanning her surroundings, the environment making her feel… uneasy and strange.
In a space with walls on all four sides, there were flames floating in the air? Furthermore, she could not help questioning what she was sleeping on.
She walked over to where she had been sleeping, frowning as she crouched down to observe.
Reaching out to touch what had been covering her, the feeling was quite familiar.
"This… is this linen?" She murmured, the texture was all too familiar to her.
She picked up what had been covering her and walked to the flames, discovering under the close firelight that it was indeed linen.
"Using linen to cover me? Is the treatment after death always so good?" The blonde girl found it incredible.
Some people might not even have access to linen while alive, yet unexpectedly after death, there was such an honour. It truly made her bewildered.
The blonde girl put down the linen and was about to turn around when she noticed something different about the flames.
She narrowed her golden eyes, brushing back her long golden hair, muttering to herself: "So this flame is actually contained?"
At first, she thought the flame was floating on the wooden frame by itself, and had been wondering why it was not burning the frame.
She had thought since this was the Shaman God’s place, it would make sense if it did not burn the frame. Unexpectedly, she discovered the flame was actually contained.
"I see, so the Shaman God’s place isn’t that magical after all. Things can still be explained…" the blonde girl muttered.
She put the linen back where she had been sleeping, and began examining what had been under her head.
"What about this? What is this?" The blonde girl picked up the pillow and examined it.
She reached out to feel the texture of the pillow, finding it extremely comfortable, something she had not noticed when lying on it earlier.
Now when she specifically picked it up to feel it, it was different – it was really too comfortable.
"Really… really soft and comfortable…" The blonde girl pressed her delicate face against it.
She even closed her golden eyes to silently feel it, truly not wanting to open her eyes!
"So, the Shaman God lives this well. How envious…" The blonde girl reluctantly pulled away from the pillow.
After slowly putting the pillow down, she began examining where she had been sleeping, noticing it was somewhat elevated from the ground.
It was no longer like in the Tribe, where they used a large stone or laid out Beast Hide, or even hay piles.
What she was sleeping on now was very different, the area was large, and sleeping on it… sleeping on it was not as uncomfortable.
"Is this where the Shaman God usually sleeps?" The blonde girl softly mumbled.
Reluctantly getting up from the sleeping place, she continued scanning her surroundings.
Her slender hand touched the surrounding stone walls, wanting to feel the true texture of the walls.
"It’s like regular stones, but… but how was it stacked?" the blonde girl frowned.
She looked up at the top and around, finding it was not just a dozen or so stones stacked together, but hundreds.
This point shocked her greatly. [How could stones be stacked so high? Could it be the Shaman God’s Shaman Technique? Otherwise, it really can’t be explained. Stones just can’t possibly stack themselves.]
"This is really amazing!" The blonde girl exclaimed.
She walked along the walls, wanting to carefully see exactly what the Shaman God’s dwelling was like.
"To actually make the walls so smooth, the Shaman Technique must be very powerful…" The blonde girl muttered to herself.
Her hand kept touching the walls as she walked, sliding along them.
Finally, she stopped in front of a wardrobe, frowning as she examined this square wooden box.
"What is this wooden box?" The blonde girl brushed her golden hair.
She was about to reach out and touch it, but quickly withdrew her hand, after all, this was something she had never seen before.
"Could the Shaman God be inside?" The blonde girl muttered with furrowed brows.
*Creak!* She bit her lip and still reached out to open it, finding nothing inside, it was all empty.
"Hm? There’s nothing?" She was puzzled, she had thought there would be something inside.
*Creak!* After closing the door, she tilted her head, frowning in confusion, [Where exactly am I now?]
This space gave her a very different feeling, many strange things inside made her very confused.
She felt thirsty and scanned around the room, looking to see if there was any water to drink.
"Does the Shaman God drink water?" The blonde girl muttered to herself. She was very thirsty and wanted a drink but could not find any water.
Usually, Tribes kept water in wooden buckets, but she could not find anything related to wooden buckets in this room.
"Could it be that they don’t drink water? Why isn’t there any water?" The blonde girl helplessly questioned.
She searched around but could not find anything related to water, only discovering a circle.