The owl hooted in the dark of night. The wind was calm and tranquil, bringing serenity to the heart.
Sina was sleeping under a comfy large comforter. Beside her was Sasha, still lying on the stretcher but her breathing has stabilized and is on the verge of sleeping.
They are now resting nearby a creek. A moderate sized tent is erected under a huge tree, with a fire pit outside the tent.
The fire is still burning. The chariot is already stored away in a mark on Sina hand. It was a peaceful night.
The wind of the Plains, like always, is soothing.
Sina sleep tight knowing that if anything dangerous happen Azief would handle it.
A Seed Forming High Realm with one seed is almost an invincible existence right now and that Seed Forming High Realm user is right now guarding the area, so Sina has nothing to fear.
But contrary to Sina expectation, Azief was not on the area. Instead he and Sofia is walking along the creek, enjoying each other company.
