When was the last time he had ever felt that he is the one to blame? It couldn't be just that the situation didn't really call for their luck this time. No, something was wrong with his own commands and that he didn't really think it through. He'd never once made a mistake with his decision up until now but now that he was faced with the reality, Aran couldn't even fathom continuing their journey.
Walking through the side of the slope, Aran made his way to a nearby sandstone where he leaned his body for rest. He was staring at the luminous orange and white sky that envelops the whole horizon. It was still early in the morning and they haven't had any breakfast yet since they were attacked by a roaming monster. A monster who almost killed his comrade.
