As Peppa slowly began to comprehend the gravity of her situation, a sense of urgency washed over her. Whoever had taken her beloved Daddy Pig and little brother George—and murdered Mommy Pig—would surely be searching for her next. Gritting her teeth, Peppa rose to her feet and stepped cautiously out of the house, greeted by the soft glow of dawn. It must have been several hours since she had awakened. “Where should I go now?” she pondered. “Perhaps the coastal city of Rimoto… It would allow me to escape the southern continent and journey eastward.”

In that moment, Peppa resolved to train in the mystical eastern realm of Clazzerdia, seeking a mentor who could teach her to shed her fragile mortal skin and wield weapons fit for gods. As she walked, Peppa soon spotted a carriage coming to a halt. She realized she would need to wait until 10 a.m. for the first ride to Rimoto. Taking a seat on a nearby bench, despair enveloped her like a cold fog, and tears streamed down her cheeks as the enormity of her loss sank in. Flashbacks invaded her mind: the harrowing image of her mother’s organs spilling out, the stark horror of George’s abduction, and the desperate wish that this was all just a nightmare.

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Suddenly, her turbulent memories were interrupted when an elderly woman settled beside her. The woman gently patted Peppa’s shoulder, her voice warm and soothing. “Tough day, huh?” Peppa looked up, meeting the woman’s kind gaze, and nodded silently. The woman wrapped her arms around Peppa in a comforting embrace, and in that fleeting moment of solace, Peppa felt her consciousness slip away, darkness engulfing her like a protective shroud.