Sun rays swept through the canopy of the trees. It was morning already.
Damien woke up. He was sweating profusely.
He looked outside through his tent, only to find that the whole area was covered in fog.
He couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.
"Fog? Now?"
He tried to look around but the fog was so dense that he couldn't even see his own shadow.
"What a crappy day to start a journey!"
All he can do was curse his luck and get ready for his journey.
He ate the food and drank water from the water skin, which by the way can hold more than 99.99 liters of water, with only weighing around the weight of a normal water skin.
Crazy, right?
He washed his face and untied his makeshift tent and laid it and packed it on the magical rucksack.
It too can hold 99.99 kilos of weight on them.
Crazy, right?
But no, these two things costed him a fortune- Well, costed his family a fortune.
