Chapter 7: An encounter
The early morning light was filtering through the blinds, signalling that a new day had begun. The light was dim and red, of course, but it was still there.
Calen and his companions were already up, preparing to depart. They were eating breakfast in silence when Cassian spoke up:
"The regular food we have will last us a month, maybe two if we ration it properly. Sooner or later we’ll have to find an alternative."
Calen nodded in agreement; the meals they could eat were nice, but they won’t last forever.
It wasn’t too bad, though; Koravel survived half a millennium in this desolate world. There had to be something edible out there; they just had to find it.
They decided to reinforce the wards and seal the entrance before leaving – it was a good location, and it would be a shame to let it go to waste.
Armed with the same camouflage and illusion spell as yesterday, they started making their way south once more.
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"Isn’t it kind of weird that we’ve seen only three types of monsters?" Isara asked.
"Yeah, it is. "What’s even stranger is that all of those monsters stick to this general area." Calen agreed.
"Are you suggesting something is keeping them in one place?" Cassian questioned.
"It’s a possibility we have to consider."