The landscape was gloomy from above but after touching down, it was simply downright depressing. Zero didn't even know if there was any kind of life in such a place. If it was black and grey, it was brown or red. No signs of blue or green, the colours of life that Zero liked to see most.
"I'll gather some dead wood for a campfire," Truen said. "Bob, rest up. Leave the rest to us."
Zero looked around and grimaced at the dried creek. "Truen, don't go too far! I'll get everything else we need using magic. The creek's out of the question."
The archer nodded and left Zero to decide the dinner menu. There really wasn't a need to collect dead wood for the fire as they were all capable of using light magic or had night vision. It wasn't even cold because they had temperature regulating spells on their clothes. However, he needed some sort of excuse to scout the area for possible dangers.
