All Chapters of The new worlder: Chapter 81 - Chapter 84

At first, the steam rising from the kettle was a dull, heavy grey, smelling of wet earth and old copper. But as the fire roared and the ingredients fused, something magical happened. The grey mist began to swirl and thin out, suddenly turning into a vibrant, shimmering scarlet. It looked like crushed ruby caught in the wind, glowing with an inner light that defied the darkness of the mountain."It's time," I breathed. The liquid had transformed. The root, the stick, and the shirt had seemingly dissolved, leaving behind a smooth, silky scarlet liquid. Monty grabbed a ladle that was hanging conveniently by the side of the kettle and handed it to me. With a steady hand, I ladled the shimmering tea into the Goemul claw. The scent was intoxicating, sweet like mountain flowers but sharp like a coming storm. Once the claw was full, I took the cork Ruben had given me and pressed it firmly into the opening, sealing the power inside. "It’s done," Monty said, looking at the sealed

We eventually climbed out of the warmth of the blankets to get ready for the day. I pulled on a pair of thick, dark tactical trousers and a fitted charcoal-grey long-sleeve top made of a breathable, reinforced fabric—something that allowed me to move easily but offered a bit of protection. Miles opted for his usual rugged look: heavy black boots, dark cargo pants, and a snug black t-shirt. Downstairs, the atmosphere was thick with a mix of nervous energy and resolve. We all gathered around the large kitchen island. The breakfast was hearty, in the center of the island sat a large wooden platter piled high with seared medallions of wild game meat. It was dark, rich, and tender, seasoned with mountain herbs and a hint of smoked salt that filled the kitchen with an earthy, savory aroma. On a platter alongside the meat were thick slices of toasted sourdough bread and a bowl of tart, dark berries to cut through the richness. "Eat up," Jinkyu said. I took a piece of the meat, the wa