~ Third Person's Point of View ~
The fire remained to glint until dawn.
The warmth and the tenderness stays the same as it used to be. The surrounding came to be quiet and peaceful except for the undead who are still sauntering around the forest.
Being too exhausted dominates the survivors to nap for a while. As soon as they open their eyes, a mindblowing and awful truth is waiting for them.
While others are snoring and dreaming, Belor stayed awake as he throws firing woods to keep the fire alive. He was peeking at the young woman who's asleep and snoring at the corner. She was covered by a thin and an old quilt she brought.
He looked away from her and whispered. "I have to see with myself the mark. If I'm not mistakenly expecting something from her, " He took a deep breath and added. "Alyana! It is one of the names that symbolizes unity and salvation."
