Coerced by the smooth breeze that travelled across their bodies, coupled with the lack of rest for the last five days, the group slowly drifted off to sleep looking like sand sculptures fallen to the floor. For the first time, the importance of safety was reduced to the paramount necessity of sleep.
After all they were more exhausted than they had been after their fight with that fox creature in Hacksaw Ridge. Pushing consistently was comparable to swinging their hands and swords trying to attack their enemies for that same amount of days. One can imagine how tired they were at this point.
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Still lying that way, the moon left the sky and the sun slowly crawled up. It was way high at the centre of the sky before any of them showed signs of waking up.
