Chapter 460 - 453. Down The Hill
"Ugh...what time is it?" Leehan groggily stepped out of his tent, and bumped into another zombie-like entity who only stared at him dazedly in response.
"Oh, hi, morning..." Dheera rubbed her eyes before standing still and disoriented. "Is it morning?"
"Dunno..." Leehan looked up at the dark sky--no, the dark ceiling covering the sky--and the similarly dark surroundings outside the boundary of the temporary safe zone. "Kinda feel like having a jet lag."
Still in a daze, Dheera looked around the camp to try and find her bearing. At the center of the camp was a campfire surrounded by chairs, and on one of those chair was her bearing. Her eyes lit up and she wobbled forward.
"Captaaain..."
Like chicks looking for their mother hens, the guides trudged forward as if following a lighthouse--although the person they were looking for was wearing all-black. With stretched arms, Dheera crouched on the ground and hugged the older guide from the side. Leehan, meanwhile, laid his head on their Captain’s knee.
"Haa..."
The moment they made contact, the two guides let out a long sigh of relief. Zein smiled and patted their heads, sending out a bit of soothing mana to them. "Did you sleep well?"
"Nggh--we sleep well, maybe because we’re exhausted, but..."
"Waking up didn’t feel too good..."
Ron chuckled at the whining guides. "It must be weird, isn’t it, waking up in the dark even though your body telling you it’s already morning," he said, and the guides nodded. "It can’t be helped; you need to get used to it soon."