At the dawn of the next morning, the tense atmosphere returned to the Secret Realm. The night was sleepless and loud. Fighting echoed from far away. The players and New-Gen Humans died rapidly, lessening the population by some margin.
After Isaac woke up from his slumber, he noticed Zachary standing outside the cave. Next to him was a pile of sharp sticks.
''Did you even sleep?'' Isaac asked as he frowned after seeing the number of sticks. It would take a few hours to do that much work.
''I don't sleep much.'' Zachary replied, finishing one last stick, ''I only sleep during the day, not at night.''
''Oh, why is that?'' Isaac asked while trying to keep the conversation alive. It didn't hurt to know more about his teammate. After all, Zachary was shrouded in a veil of mystery.
Shrugging his shoulders, Zachary said, ''I like the night more.''
