(Less than an hour later)
[Host, wake up, there is something outside]
'Huh…?' Max's eyes immediately opened as the warning came inside of his dream, it was instinct at this point.
And effectively, he heard lots of movements around his tent.
"Oy, there is something there," a feminine voice spoke.
"Be careful, it may be a trap," another one said.
Max instantly got up even though he was tired and on the verge of collapsing again, taking his crimson blade and ready to fight off the intruders that interrupted his sleep.
'Annoying shits…' he roared, actually annoyed.
The figures outside the tent seemed to be conversing in hushed tones, unaware that Max was awake and armed inside.
And although he was tired and half-asleep, he knew he couldn't be reckless about it and let the anger take over.
"Should we inform the others?" another feminine voice whispered urgently.
