Chapter 615: Chuychu’s Death

“This time, the Abyss invasion was completely different from all the previous ones…”

The chief of the Flowerfeather Clan, Mutota, spoke with a face full of sorrow and helplessness:

“More Abyss monsters, fiercer and faster assaults… the casualties from this invasion are more severe than anything we’ve seen in many years.”

“As many as a hundred brave Flowerfeather warriors and their Qucusaurus partners died in this attack…”

Hearing Mutota’s words, everyone present fell silent.

The outcome was far too cruel and heartbreaking…

“But fortunately, if not for Lady Mavuika leading a rescue force to help us, the casualties would have been even worse. That is, at least, a small blessing in a great tragedy…”

Mutota sighed deeply with helplessness before turning to Mavuika, speaking solemnly:

“Lady Mavuika, we must accelerate the process of finding the remaining two tribal heroes…”

“Yes.” Mavuika nodded.

“I know. And I’ve been working hard toward that goal.”

Then Mutota turned to the Traveler:

“Traveler, we’ll need to rely on you for the next part. I’ve heard from Chasca and Chuychu that you possess the ability to purify Abyssal power, correct?”

“Many Flowerfeather warriors—both in earlier battles and in this most recent attack—have suffered from Abyssal corruption, leading to hallucinations and physical impairment. Please help us purify them and ease their suffering.”

“Mm, no problem—leave it to me.” the Traveler responded with a smile, then followed Mutota to treat those affected by Abyssal power.

Mavuika turned to Su Yuan with a bitter, pained expression.

“The Flowerfeather Clan’s losses are even worse than I imagined…”

“Right… Mavuika, I suddenly have a question.” Su Yuan frowned as a thought struck him.

“You said earlier that gathering the six new tribal heroes is necessary to release the power left behind by the ‘Ruler of Death,’ Ronova, and use it against the Abyss.”

“But even with overwhelming power, it’s impossible to protect everyone, right?”

“Just like in the battle we just fought—our combat strength was more than enough to repel the Abyssal assault, yet the casualties were still severe.”

Mavuika nodded gently.

“Su Yuan, gathering the six new tribal heroes represents something important: it means all of Natlan has finally united.”

“United?” Su Yuan blinked, confused.

“You mean Natlan isn’t united now just because we haven’t found all six heroes?”

“Su Yuan, remember the Ode of Resurrection—the one that resurrects people from the Kingdom of the Night God? Once the Night Warden War begins, it only works on those who hold an ancient name and the companions in their party.”

Mavuika smiled and explained:

“When the six tribal heroes gather, it symbolizes that all of Natlan has formed a single whole—a single, enormous party.”

“I see!” Su Yuan quickly understood.

“That means all of Natlan will count as one party, and anyone who dies in battle can be revived infinitely until the Abyss is defeated—no more casualties!”

But soon, Su Yuan’s expression dimmed, and he spoke with helpless frustration:

“But… even if we suspect that Chasca is the Flowerfeather Clan’s hero, are we really supposed to sacrifice Chuychu just to turn her into one?”

“We can’t do that. Every life is equal…”

Mavuika sighed as well, shaking her head.

“And we absolutely can’t let Chuychu know. With her personality, she’d kill herself without hesitation if it meant helping her sister Chasca become a hero to save Natlan and everyone else…”

“Time is short, but we still have a little left to work with…”

Mavuika continued:

“Once the Traveler finishes purifying the Abyssal power from the Flowerfeather warriors, we should head to the Night-Wind Tribe next and see if there are any clues there.”

“Mm. Okay.” Su Yuan nodded, hoping the Night-Wind Tribe might provide new information.

But just then—

A massive, sorrowful, anguished scream echoed throughout the entire Flowerfeather Clan.

It was so powerful and filled with grief that even the Qucusaurus flying in the sky were startled—some nearly lost control of their flight…

“That voice… it sounded like Chasca!!!”

Mavuika’s expression turned serious.

“Su Yuan, hurry! We need to get over there and see what happened!!!”

Without hesitation, Mavuika summoned her motorcycle, grabbed Su Yuan, and took off into the air, flying at top speed toward the direction of Chasca’s scream!

When they arrived, they found a crowd already gathered…

It appeared to be an infirmary—the place where Chuychu had been resting after being injured.

Mavuika and Su Yuan rushed inside without a moment of delay— and what they saw made their hearts sink.

Chaska was kneeling on the ground, holding Chuychu’s limp body in her arms, her face twisted with grief as she cried uncontrollably…

And Chuychu’s chest had been pierced straight through by a small knife.

Chuychu was no longer breathing.

She was… unmistakably dead.

“What happened???”

Just then, the Traveler and Paimon hurried back, their voices full of panic— only to freeze in shock when they saw the scene before them.

“W–What… Chuychu… Chuychu is dead…”

Paimon stammered in horror, her voice trembling.

“Wh–What on earth happened here???”

Su Yuan stood stiffly, eyes wide in disbelief.

Something about the small knife lodged in Chuychu’s chest felt… familiar.

Instinctively, he reached for his pocket.

The small knife he always carried with him— was missing.

No…

No way…

Why was his small knife lodged in Chuychu’s chest?

How could his knife… have killed her???