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Chapter 1080 - 773 Hyperion Returns to the Starting Point_3

She gradually became a little cat that curled up in the corner and stayed there all day long.

Calila soon disappeared as well.

There was no one left to care for the child.

Hyperion knew very well that Calila was not a Demon Race member without a sense of responsibility; something must have made it impossible for her to return to the Demon King’s Castle, perhaps she even died with Tamisha on her mind, carrying regrets and worries.

Just the thought of it made Hyperion’s heart sour.

"Tamisha, you must be hungry, right?"

Hyperion said, taking out some jerky from her backpack.

She guessed that it had been a long time since Tamisha had anything to eat.

"We’ll be safe once we reach the Ancestral Land; let’s fill up your belly first."

Hyperion looked up at the sky, where several wild Demon World pigeons were circling overhead, cooing.

Valleys were shrouded in white mist, with the silhouettes of rocky peaks appearing and disappearing.

Hyperion had the notion to shoot down a pigeon for food, but considering the supplies she had, she decided against it.

"Come on, try this; I prepared it especially for you."

However, when Hyperion offered the jerky to the little gray cat, the little one turned its head away in disdain and distrust.

"Sigh, I’m not going to hurt you..."

Hyperion sighed in resignation.

Perhaps because there was a faint scent of Magic Power similar to the Blasphemy Lord on her, the gray kitten took an intense dislike to her.

After thinking for a while, Hyperion took out a small bottle from her backpack.

The bottle contained fresh sheep’s milk.

"You need to eat to live; you are the continuation of Calila’s life; you can’t waste your own life."

Hyperion coaxed softly, carefully bringing the bottle to the little gray kitten’s mouth,

"Be good, open your mouth; I’ll feed you."

After feeding the kitten clumsily, Hyperion carefully wiped the kitten’s mouth corners with a handkerchief, ensuring no milk stains remained.

Then, she took the kitten back into her chest.

"Alright, time to set off."

Taking a deep breath, Hyperion looked toward the faintly visible Demon World landscape, her eyes sparkling with determination,

"We have a long journey ahead."

She stood up, gently patted the dust off her clothes, shouldered her backpack, and continued onward.

The mountain road was rough and meandering; sometimes it was steep and difficult, and sometimes it was smooth and comfortable.

Hyperion carefully avoided sharp rocks and thorns, moving stealthily along the hidden trail.

All the way, she occasionally looked down, watching the little gray kitten in her arms with caring eyes.

It seemed to have eaten its fill, curling up into a little ball and falling into a deep sleep against Hyperion’s chest, leaving only the sound of its soft breaths and occasional mumbling.

Based on her experiences in the Shadow World, different mission targets would certainly converge, so perhaps Calila left something in Purgatory City, and this little gray kitten was the key. Lanci might need its help.

"Corridor Corridor, will the day come when we return?"

Hyperion silently said in her heart, clenching her fist,

"Don’t worry, Lanci, we’ll meet in Purgatory City."

She would bring Lanci’s Small Spark to him.

She remembered Lanci once saying his biggest regret was not being able to play in the Purgatory Corridor Academy with her a bit more.

In fact, she had always wanted to roam freely in that school with Lanci, but considering the merits, she never told him.

Maybe this wish would indeed come true this time.

Thinking of him, Hyperion’s gaze turned exceptionally soft.

She continued onwards, heading in the direction of Purgatory City.

The mountain wind howled, blowing her silver hair and cloak.

The figures of the woman and the cat gradually vanished into the layered hills, leaving only a trail of firm footsteps.