Capítulo 73: 73. The Mechanism of the Flaming Mandala

The young man sat alone on the wooden steps, staring out at the village that had fallen into the silence of midnight from the terrace of the nameless young man's home, who still hadn't returned.

His hazel eyes reflected the tumult within his mind as he gently stroked the fur of a black male cat resting on his arm. The relentless stream of revelations that had come to him lately brought a mix of emotions that kept him awake.

Amid the cool night breeze, Kairav sank deeper into his somber thoughts. Until the faint sound of footsteps pierced the quiet, prompting him to lift his head.

There he saw a familiar figure, clad in the tribe's red garb with a golden sash adorned with simple patterns, a golden headdress with bird feathers, and the silver mask he always wore at night.