After carefully carrying Argus back into his room, Hyaradth and Miguel were ready to set out. But Just then, as if to recall an important thing. Miguel halted his tracks.
"Hey! Did you brought that stalk I asked of you?"
"This... right?" Hyaradth handed Miguel a neatly hacked bamboo stalks with some holes at the top of them.
"Now get ready to write what I say..." Miguel replied as he rubs his chin.
In which Hyaradth obediently complied. "Alright..."
A few minutes had passed, beside the sleeping Argus, at his table on top of it, laid a letter from Miguel.
"Now we can go."
***
Rising sun incarnadined the clouds of the horizon, shining the ups and downs of the verdant mountain range, making it appear exceptionally beautiful and also spectacular.
At the foot of the forest, Miguel and Hyaradth reached their destination.
