The dark forest drowned out the sounds of the chaotic encampment, revealing only the songs of insects and night birds fluttering through the trees, undisturbed by the silent presence shooting through the woods like an arrow.
Overhead, faint moonlight fought its way through the abundant mass of leaves and branches to illuminate the ground beneath. Even though the forestry was too dense, a pale mist seemed to linger, making everything look abnormally eerie.
Verinia followed the exact same path she had taken during the morning.
Even though she couldn't see very well, her sense of direction was still strong enough to find her way back to the stream where Sur Vinda was kneeling by the water, waiting for her.
Hidden by the darkness of the trees, Verinia took a small pouch from the belt around her waist and tipped some of its contents into her palm.
