Toz and Nil had, in their boredom, almost turned the entire island into a fortress of metal before finally being satisfied. It was a nice distraction from the hunger that had begun assailing Toz and the cats.
Keeping track of time was difficult without a watch or a sun, but Toz estimated that they had been drifting through the Void for more than a week since he first woke up. And they had not seen a single sign of anything else.
The dark sky, dotted with various colorful lights, all of them an incredible distance away, was an objectively amazing sight, but it would be even better if it was accompanied by some food.
Toz and the cats, while not on the verge of starving to death just yet, were incredibly hungry. Toz had tried preparing the leaves and roots of the trees, but no matter what he did, the taste was practically vomit-inducing and only made them sick.
So instead of torturing themselves with inedible food, the group tried to endure their hunger.
