Alaskiriba would have deteriorated if Katherine and the others hadn't survived. She's been doing well, in terms of feeding the whole survival group, but she still had a hunch something was coming.
"I sense danger approaching from the Vikings" Katherine informed Derek.
"May the spirits protect us from this danger you're talking about" Derek prayed, putting his palms together.
"The spirits aren't going to do anything if we wait and do nothing. I need my father" Katherine concluded.
Derek's facial expression was immersed in confusion. Katherine's dad had been dead for years now, how the hell is he going to talk to her.
"I'd have to summon his spirit Derek, and I need you to help me" Katherine pulled out her hands, signaling to Derek to grab it.
It was noon, and the sun wasn't at its pea
