As Min entered Sergen's tent, she pressed her clenched fist against her mouth, desperately trying to stifle any noise. She stood there, head lowered, grappling with conflicting emotions—uncertain whether to burst into tears or laughter, both options appearing equally undesirable. In the silence, she closed her eyes and focused on the outside world, straining to hear any signs of movement. For a while, everything seemed still and stagnant. Then, the spell was broken—the distant murmur of voices reached her ears, the rustling of footsteps in the underbrush, and even the chirping of birds resumed.

Letting out a sigh, Min raised her head and opened her eyes, only to find Sergen...