The graphic brilliance from the crescent moon and the millions of stars scattered across the vast atmosphere were enough to lighten up the night sky. The wind blew up, and it brought coldness, which woke Kizeler from his sleep.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he noticed Zeno still sitting on a tree branch with his gaze so distant.
"Are you not going to sleep?" He asked while yawning.
But as usual, only the sounds of insects answered him, so he chose to go back to his nap. They were still inside the forest, and his body was tired from the constant walking.
He looked one more time at the demon, curious about where he was looking, but aside from the dark night sky, he saw nothing particular, so he closed his eyes and laid down once more.
On the other hand, Zeno was staring at the direction of the empire. The solemnity of his expression was beyond normal, and this could be seen in both of his eyes.
