Chapter 54: Departure
Time slipped through my fingers like sand, and ten days had passed in the blink of an eye.
Day eleven.
Early morning.
The thin fog in the woods had yet to fully dissipate, but the morning sunlight was already beginning to fall, casting hazy speckles of light through the branches with a Tyndall effect.
In front of the Outpost’s solitary, lonely apartment building, the air was filled with a unique chilliness that mingled dew with parting.
Airwen was still dressed in her black tank top and jacket, her silver-gray hair tied up into a high ponytail like a kendo girl’s, her fair, slender legs exposed to the air, her feet encased in black tactical boots.
She stood in front of the apartment, turning the lock on the door one circle after another, finally hanging the apartment key back on the hook by the door.
Even though her outfit was utterly crisp and sharp to the extreme, paired with her flawless, pretty face and clear silver hair, along with her figure that had almost no hint of immaturity left, approaching an adult’s graceful curves, an aura of a cold, silent ice beauty naturally emanated from her.
After doing all this, Airwen turned and walked toward the four people who had been waiting by the Landmark.