Right after he had stepped out for the first time, Egon returned to the tent, bringing mana stones to provide warmth and light. He assured her that there would be no more snakes nearby and requested that she get some rest.
She drifted in and out of sleep, finding no solace in the restless slumber. Waking up to the unsettling reality seemed more appealing to her than this disorienting state.
Who's there? The sense of an unseen presence lurking in the darkness intensified her restlessness, leaving her on edge and alert to any sign of movement or sound. That was until what had initially seemed like a solitary presence now morphed into a sense of multiple entities surrounding her.
Just when she was about to wake herself up once and for all, the air became thick with an enticing aroma, wafting into her nostrils—an aroma she recognized all too well. It was the unmistakable scent of delicious roasted meat, a dish that held a special place in Arkin's heart.
