By the time they arrived at the shelter, the sky had darkened into a canvas of deep purples and inky blacks, dotted with faint stars. The moon, partially veiled by clouds, cast an eerie silver glow on the land. Gray, leading the way, stopped in front of a narrow opening carved into the face of a jagged cliff.
"This is it," he said, his voice low. "A place once used by slavers to store their 'goods' before transport. It's not much, but it'll keep us hidden for the night." This place had been mapped out for him by chief Tobi as this was the hideout that they used.
The entrance to the cave was small and unassuming, almost entirely obscured by overgrown vines and thorny shrubs. It was just wide enough for Agape to squeeze through with some effort, though the branches scraped against his broad shoulders.
