Zenon stared at the usual starry night, sitting on a cut log laid on the ground. Behind him, a campfire was ignited with some pieces of meat cooking on top of a metal plate.
A week had passed since Zenon's confrontation with Aurea. Ever since that day, things haven't gone pretty well.
It was a long week, full of tension and heavy silences anytime they were left alone with nobody else but them. Normally in that situation, they'd chat about whatever to pass the time.
Now it was an uncomfortable silence for minutes.
More Strandeds joined the hunting team as well, and by now, at least a hundred Unseens were working on killing Layer Beasts. In case they didn't want to directly hunt, they'd work on storage or cooking.
Rain even gave Luke and Alex the thumbs up to directly command the Stranded, her role now changed to distribute all of the food.
