[Author's Note: From now on, I will be using a third-person view to narrate the story!
In the first few chapters, I had mixed perspectives regarding switching one person to another but to not confuse anyone, I will now stick to one universal narration.
Thank you very much for reading up until now!]
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A calm breeze came upon the side of the forest, hushing away the extinguished fire's smoke away from the figures around it.
It was morning, five hours before the Horde attacked Hellsburg.
Marcus was there, tied up around a trunk of a tree, seemingly the first to wake up.
"Look at these fools, lowering their guards."
Before him was the party that had been sleeping comfortably in each of their portable beds while he had to bear the coldness of the early morning after the fire was extinguished.
