"Is it wise to light a campfire with this darkness?" Kyle snickered without addressing anyone.
Svara and Will pursed their lips at his comment. This campfire was a blazing inferno, and it was hard to get it any more flashy in this pitch black ash forest. With no moon or stars in the sky, those flames would alert every Digestor within a dozen kilometers.
"It's pretty chilly out there..." Secyone muttered as she exhaled the warm air in her lungs that everyone could see.
Checking his bracelet, Jake frowned as he confirmed the temperature. It had indeed dropped below freezing. Considering the large portion of raggedly clad refugees in the three factions, the campfire was practically a necessity to get through the night. Because their bodies were slowly being strengthened by the Myrtharian Body passive, his group was virtually unaffected by these climatic variations.
