Chapter 219: Ch217. End of the world
The smoke had barely settled.
Miles stood near the edge of the ruined clearing, where the last of the twisted forest had finally stopped bleeding shadow, with Dee nestled gently on his shoulder, still snoring ever so slightly.
The monsters were dead, and the rot they left behind was already beginning to dissolve into dust. But it didn’t feel like victory.
It felt like a warning.
Jake sat on a broken root nearby, his knuckles and arms bandaged and wrapped around his knees. His armor was dented in three places, and dried blood streaked the side of his face, but his eyes weren’t dull. They were sharp, focused, despite the devastating pain of having lost all his group.
Or perhaps that was why his eyes gleamed like that.
Because he could not afford to waste precious seconds being swallowed by the emptiness.
After half a day, part of the camp had already been rebuilt, and the players who were able to move took a small break to eat and drink, to refill their energy for the second bout of reconstruction.
Sarissa moved between the wounded, checking pulses, muttering quietly to those who could still listen. Cheshire played with the younger players who had no one to stand for them anymore.
After the battle, most of them had lost their parents, and now, they were fully and utterly alone in the world, only able to rely on themselves and each other to ease the strange shock that loneliness caused them.
And Cheshire chose to become a simple, yet intriguing pet for the time being, if it could help them ease the burden.