It would have been helpful if the sky had changed a little when the morning came. However, it kept its dark visage looming over their heads. Only the clocks could tell people if they should wake up at that very hour. However, for a few people, perhaps it was best for the light never to come.
Almani stayed on the ship's deck the whole time. From Lackruth to Rosylia, he sat in the same spot where he watched the fight on the beach. His eyes remained closed, but his claws were already inch-deep into the floor of the supposed indestructible deck. Blood stained the tips of his fingers, as well as the edges of the cuts he made.
Light footsteps walked toward him. The newcomer stopped at kicking distance from Almani. He squatted down and smiled out of disbelief. "Look at this. What an unbearable sight…"
