Kale sat on a rock, gazing into the depths of the forest, his eyes lost in thought. Ever since the silver wolf appeared, a series of unsolved mysteries had been constantly swirling in his mind. Whenever it was late at night and everything was quiet, he would unconsciously recall those fragmented pieces of memory – memories that belonged to another era.
His body still felt exhausted. Although his wounds had been bandaged, the faint pain served as a reminder that the battle was not yet over. However, what troubled him the most was his growing premonition: it seemed that all of this was not a coincidence, and he seemed to have been drawn into a vortex that had been destined thousands of years ago.
"Kale, what's wrong?" The woman's voice broke Kale's silence. With a hint of concern, she walked up to Kale and gently patted him on the shoulder.
Kale raised his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "I feel that my past is closing in on me."
The woman furrowed her brows slightly. "Your past?"
Kale nodded, his gaze piercing through the mist as if he could see everything that once belonged to him. "Over the years, I haven't been able to recall my past life. But from the moment I entered this forest, certain images started to emerge one by one." His voice was low and hoarse, as if he were telling a story that had nothing to do with himself. "I think my past is intricately connected to the wolf pack, and even this forest."
The woman was silent for a while, seemingly pondering Kale's words. She sat down and leaned against a tree. "Do you think those memories are real?"
Kale took a deep breath, his eyes filled with confusion and determination. "They are real, but they are blurry. I can feel a familiar aura, as if everything from the past has never left me."
"So, what should we do?" the woman asked, a trace of unease in her voice.
Kale stood up, his gaze becoming resolute. "We have to keep moving forward, find out the secrets hidden in the darkness, and unlock them. Only then can we truly know what role I played in this vortex of fate in my past life."
Just then, Alan suddenly ran over from a distance, looking anxious. "Kale, Kale, come and take a look!"
Kale and the woman exchanged a glance, quickly got up, and ran towards Alan. Alan stood in front of an open area, pointing at some strange symbols on the ground. "What are these?"
Kale approached and looked down. He found a circle of ancient and complex runes engraved on the ground, emitting a faint blue light. These runes were arranged in an extremely peculiar way, as if they were a certain language, carrying a mysterious power.
"These runes..." Kale's face became serious. "They are ancient symbols of the wolf clan, representing taboos and power."
The woman frowned slightly. "Symbols of the wolf clan? Are these symbols related to us?"
Kale's gaze was profound, and a strange light flickered in his eyes. "These symbols may be related
to my past life, or rather, a certain hidden secret is waiting for us to uncover."
Alan was a bit confused, but Kale didn't say anything more. He lowered his head and stared at those symbols. In his mind, those blurry memories began to gradually become clear. As the memories emerged, some intermittent images and sounds started to resurface:
The ancestors of the wolf clan, ancient oaths, sacrifices under the blood moon, the bugles of war, betrayals in the darkness...
Kale's eyes trembled slightly, as if he had seen the scenes of ancient times – a dark sky, the blood moon hanging high, the warriors of the wolf clan gathered around an altar, and scarlet blood flowing like a river. The priest held up the sacrificial knife and murmured ancient incantations in a low voice, and Kale was standing beside the altar, as if he were the core of that ceremony.
Kale shook his head violently, trying to drive these memories out of his mind, but they became clearer and more intense.
"Kale..." A low and mysterious voice echoed in his ears, as if it came from a distant era. Kale's body trembled violently, and he murmured in a low voice: "Who is it..."
"Kale?" The woman's voice came again, pulling him back to reality.
Kale suddenly came to his senses and looked at the woman. "Those runes are the key to the past, or rather, the clue to unlocking my memories of my past life."
The woman seemed a bit surprised but didn't doubt it too much. "What do you plan to do?"
Kale took a deep breath. "We must find their source and solve this mystery."
In the following days, Kale, the woman, and Alan delved deeper into the heart of the forest. Guided by the runes, they came to an ancient ruins hidden deep in the forest. The air here was particularly heavy, and an ominous aura pervaded all around, as if time had stood still here for thousands of years.
"This is... the ancient tomb of the wolf clan." Kale's voice carried a trace of barely noticeable tremor.
The woman looked around in surprise. "How do you know?"
Kale looked at the ancient ruins in front of him, his eyes filled with shock. "These stone tablets are engraved with the history of the wolf clan. Here, the ancestors of the wolf clan may be buried, and it may also hold the secrets of my past life."
They carefully made their way through the ruins and came to a huge stone gate. The stone gate was engraved with patterns similar to the runes in the forest before. These runes resonated with the power within Kale.
"This is... the power I once had." Kale's voice was low and hoarse. He reached out his hand to touch the stone gate. Suddenly, a powerful force burst out from the gap in the door, and a fierce shockwave sent them flying backwards.
"Kale!" The woman and Alan almost shouted at the same time. Kale endured the intense reaction in his body and managed to stand firm, his gaze determined. "I'm okay. Let's keep moving forward."
As Kale finished speaking, the stone gate slowly opened, revealing a pitch-black passage. At the end of the passage, there seemed to be a certain light flickering, calling out to them to step forward.
"Let's go in." Kale's eyes were filled with determination. "Only by going in can we find the answers."
They stepped into the passage step by step. The air around them became even heavier, as if this ancient tomb had sealed countless secrets. Kale's heart rate accelerated, and the impulse in his heart became stronger. Those lost memories seemed to wake up at this moment, violently crashing against his consciousness.
Suddenly, a low growling sound came from ahead, as if some ancient power was awakening. Kale gripped his dagger tightly and led the woman and Alan to move forward quickly.
"This sound..." Kale said in a low voice. "It's the call of the wolf clan, or rather, the call of my past life."
Finally, they came to a spacious hall. In the center of the hall stood a huge altar. On the altar lay an ancient corpse. The eyes of the corpse were empty, as if looking straight at Kale through thousands of years of time. Kale's heart rate suddenly accelerated. Suddenly, he felt a strong call, as if the corpse was calling out to him.
"This is me..." Kale murmured in a low voice, his eyes filled with shock and complex emotions.
The woman and Alan also came to Kale's side. There was confusion in Alan's eyes. "Kale, what's going on?"
Kale stood in front of the altar, silently gazing at the corpse. Suddenly, he reached out his hand and touched the skull of the corpse.
"You are... my past life."
At this moment, Kale's body shook violently, and his consciousness was instantly transported to another time and space – the era of the wolf clan thousands of years ago – a night sky with a blood moon hanging high, the warriors of the wolf clan fighting bravely, and Kale's past life was one of the masters of this world.