Heiyue continued to nudge at the unmoving body. A few minutes of pure silence passed by before he grew terrified. He let out a frightened neigh when the sky rumbled and a loud bang echoed. He shivered in fear, unable to step outside of the cave and try to seek help.
Anxiously, he paced about and continued to poke at his friend. When he was met with something cold, but familiar, like her soft caress, he licked at it. It was strange. Her touch was always warm, not cold.
Minutes trickled by and the air around them turned colder. By now, he still hadn't heard anything.
All hope was lost.
His friend was growing colder with each nudge he gave her. Help wasn't coming. He had a feeling that everything was going wrong. Unable to do anything, Heiyue folded his legs.
He had felt this sense of dread before—when his mother died. There was something so strange about this situation because he felt it again. This time from his friend.
