Sam and Gran are sitting on top of the mountain as they looked at the horizon. The top of the mountain is free of any meteor strikes for some reason, but the view from up there is great.
The meteors that are striking the ground with different elemental energies created different colors with the dark sky in the background, which made it seem like a painting on a canvas, but the painting itself is constantly changing but every change is beautiful.
Both of them are currently recovering and they didn't speak since the race was finished an hour ago.
"I lost." Sam admitted and took out some wine as he offered her some.
"You don't have to tell me that. I know it." She remarked while taking the wine jar.
"You seemed to quite familiar with the route."
