When the sun finally set, and the dark, dense forest, Anfeya heaved a sigh of relief.
Though the night was never calm, and the twilight of this world was even colder, the limited visibility could make the exhausted Red Star people much safer.
The darkness couldn't block the beasts' sense of smell and night vision, but for the hunted, it was the most effective barrier against their own kind.
"Any news from Samuel's end?"
"Nothing for now..."
No news from the sentries might be the best news for Captain Anfeya.
She glanced at her companions: out of the original twelve-man team, only six remained, all of them injured...
"... How long can we drag this out?"
The pitch-black night was not completely safe; the last time their camp was attacked, it happened as night fell.
The darkness could only limit the hunters' field of vision, while light would be fatal in this environment. To avoid them, the wounded had been without fire for a week.
