Monty was stunned, standing there dumbfounded, as if he had lost his wits, and then his eyes opened wide in excitement.
"Aisha, wake up, do you see the smoke on that mountain top? We have a chance to survive, we can live!"
His pupils opened wide, as if he had found a glimmer of hope in a sea of despair.
In this icy and snowy land, that smoke could definitely not be naturally formed; where there's smoke, it means there are people.
Previously, Monty had heard from the elderly among the Beastmen that some Great Tribes, when needing to expand, would light a big fire on nearby mountaintops, creating huge columns of smoke, burning for several days and nights, representing the tribe's intention to attract new members.
In this icy and snowy land, Monty's feet were swollen and numb from the cold, staring in the direction of that column of smoke. For the first time, he felt alive, with a direction.
Aisha weakly blinked, already too exhausted to speak.
