The forest at night was pitch black.
Fang Zheng lifted his head, only able to make out vague shadows in the distance, unable even to see the sky. Except for their small fire nearby, everything around them seemed to have been swallowed by the darkness.
Fang Zheng had not chosen to stay overnight at the campsite, as it was littered with corpses and likely to attract wild beasts. He also worried that the enemy might have accomplices who could pose a danger should they notice something amiss and come searching. Therefore, after leaving the campsite, Fang Zheng found a cave halfway up the mountain to use as a temporary camp.
It must be said, after following those cultists all day, both of them were exhausted. Fina drank some water, ate some dry food, then leaned against a nearby rock and fell into a deep sleep. Meanwhile, Fang Zheng stayed at the cave entrance, admiring the night outside, but soon, he saw a streak of blue flying through the air and landing in front of him.
