Chapter 280

Chapter 280

“Don’t underestimate me. I can do it, you know!”

“Don’t make me laugh, Cain. What are you going to catch, a whale?”

The man scoffed and ruffled Cain’s hair. Imposing with his bushy beard and thick arms, he was Cain’s father and the village’s top hunter.

At twelve years old, Cain was like most boys his age, trying to prove his worth through heroic feats.

“So what if I catch one?”

“Hmph... If you do, I’ll give you the golden dragon’s egg from the storage. It’s a shame, but it can’t be helped.”

“There are only dried fish and firewood in the storage! Do you think I’m a fool?!”

“Well, it sounds as absurd as a ten-year-old boy catching a whale. Ah, I’ll also give you a fairy I caught at sea recently. Hahaha!”

The man laughed heartily, his laughter echoing through the house. Cain, red-faced and fuming, spoke up.

“Just you wait. I will definitely catch a whale bigger than our village.”

“Cain. If such a thing gets caught on a fishing line, we’re all doomed. Dear, talk some sense into him.”

The man stopped laughing and looked toward a corner of the room. There, a heavily pregnant woman was sitting by the warm stove, caressing her swollen belly every time the rocking chair creaked.

“You don’t need to be so tough. You’ll be a great older brother, Cain.”

“Ugh...!”

The woman smiled kindly. Inside her crescent-shaped eyes, her scarlet pupils glimmered. Cain furrowed his brow, clearly hit by her words.

“That’s not it. How can an unborn baby have anything to do with me...?”

“Everything has its time. In a few years, you’ll surely be as good a hunter as your father. Even now, your skills in preparing game are the best among your peers.”

“...Hmph, even if you brought everyone in the village, they wouldn’t be able to match me.”

Cain bit his tongue. In reality, his knife skills were exceptionally sharp for his age. He could finish preparing a seal faster than his father.

“True. I’ll admit that. I saw you sneakily once and you looked like a little devil. You handle a knife better than your late grandfather.”

His father, who had been teasing Cain, nodded in agreement. Cain glared at him with his cheek puffed out.

“What’s with calling me a devil, Dad?”

“Hahaha, when your little brother is born, teach him well. By the way, have you picked a name?”

“Ah...”

The mother asked, having previously granted Cain the right to name his sibling. Cain, who had been silent, finally spoke.

“...Abel.”

“Abel. That’s a beautiful name... Oh.”

The woman suddenly stopped, feeling something nudging inside her belly. Her husband’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw her reaction.

“Did it kick?”

“Yes. I guess it likes the name. Cain, what does it mean?”

“I don’t know. I just came up with it on the spot.”

Cain quickly turned away. In truth, he had spent day and night pondering the name ever since he heard the suggestion. Feeling embarrassed, he grabbed a harpoon that was lying by the door.

“Anyway, I’m glad you liked it. I’m going fishing now!”

“It’s so late, where are you going?”

Bang! Cain fled the house, pretending he didn’t hear. His mother sighed as she looked at the closed door.

“That child...”

“Let him be. He probably doesn’t want to look weak in front of his sibling. I wonder who he takes after.”

“Well, he may not be honest, but he definitely takes after you in that regard.”

“Hmph... Is that so?”

The man awkwardly stroked his beard. Leaning over, he caressed his wife’s belly.

“Well, despite all this, your brother will be a great person. Abel might even catch a whale bigger than our village someday. After all, he’s my son.”

“Look at that.”

The woman smiled. The howling north wind could be heard through the wooden walls. Cain, trudging through the snowy landscape, looked up.

“My little brother.”

The starry sky, clear and devoid of clouds, shimmered like a sea of stars. The Milky Way, stretching from east to west, scattered colorful nebulae in a mystical display.

Occasionally, falling meteors drew slender streaks across the sky. Although the northern lights were absent, Cain, who loved stargazing, preferred nights like this. He glanced back at the village, now quite far away.

Around Cain were remnants of what once made up the village and its people. Broken beams, charred bone fragments, his father’s harpoon, and a familiar-looking box.

“What’s this...?”

Cain’s gaze fell upon the box, and he clenched his fists. Inside the half-open box were small fishing rods and pocket knives—tools he had prepared for his younger brother.

“Ah... Aah...”

His vision became clouded with tears. He buried his head in the ground, his voice breaking as he cried out:

“Abel...!”

His heart felt as though it were shattering into pieces. His younger brother was denied the right even to be born. He would never get to teach him how to fish or show him how to skillfully butcher game.

‘Stars. Damn stars.’

The sound of bones cracking filled Cain’s mouth as he bit down in anger. The sadness that had given way to rage consumed him. The days he spent praying to the stars now felt like a cruel joke.

“Ah.”

While Cain was scratching the ground with his nails, suddenly his vision spun and his strength ebbed away. It seemed he had lost too much blood.

So, this is it. If it took my family, then it will take me too.

At this point, a bitter laugh replaced his tears. Cain closed his eyes. With his legs so damaged that he couldn’t move, he saw no hope for survival. As his consciousness grew dim, a voice suddenly spoke to him.

“Such bitterness.”

“What?”

The voice was deep and rumbling, like that of a whale. Cain hadn’t noticed the presence of anyone else in the pitch-black depths of the pit until now.

“Is someone there?”

He asked, but there was no reply. After a moment’s hesitation, Cain turned his body. Though his legs were useless, he managed to crawl with his arms. As he moved, the broken bones in his legs scraped against the ground, making a sickening sound.

Blood from his wounds left a crimson trail behind him, but his numbed senses didn’t hinder his movement. He didn’t understand why he was making the effort; he knew there was no hope left.

“What is this?”

Soon Cain arrived at the source of the voice. His eyes widened in disbelief. He seemed to be seeing things, as if in a hallucination. A giant, human-shaped figure was embedded in the ice wall.

The giant, with its snow-white skin and four pairs of wings, bore signs of burns and injuries. Cain instinctively realized that this giant was the same as the falling star he had seen.

Blood, an unusually deep blue, flowed from the giant’s wounds. It created a large pool beneath it, almost like a hot spring.

Cain, still breathing heavily, managed to speak.

“...What is this?”

The pool of blue blood, steaming even in the freezing cold, resembled a hot spring. As he looked up at the giant’s body, his vision suddenly darkened, and his body tilted forward.

“What?”

Before he could react, Cain fell into the pool with a splash. The warmth of the blue blood was overwhelming, far hotter than anything he had ever experienced. He found himself sinking deeper into the pool.

His thoughts briefly flitted to the desire to return.

As his vision faded, he felt himself slipping away.

“Brother, wake up.”

“Umm...”

He opened his eyes, feeling as if he had just woken from a long sleep. The air on his cheek smelled of the sea. As he sat up, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“···What?”

His body no longer ached. Looking down, he saw that his limbs were completely healed. The wounds that had covered his body were now gone.

Before him was the pit where he had been lying. Its bottom was out of sight, and its depth was impossible to gauge.

Everything that had happened felt like a dream. Suddenly, a young voice spoke next to him.

“Brother, I’m cold.”

“What?”

It was the same voice he had heard before. Cain quickly turned his head. A young boy, no older than ten, was squatting nearby and staring at him.

“You... you are...”

“What should we do now? Hmm?”

Cain was frozen. The boy looked exactly like him. The white hair and crimson eyes were unmistakable—traits only a sibling could share.

His heart raced. Cain, still catching his breath, spoke without thinking.

“···Abel?”