Two days passed in the dungeon, adding their total of days spent up to three. Sam, Damian and Eve were sitting around a fire in the middle of the snowy forest. Much to everyone's surprise, the trees weren't dead, or rather leafless.
They had thick, blue leaves that seemed to reflect the colour of the sky during the day, turning orange when the night was upon them. Although the cold was a bit of a problem, they were able to stomach it with the fire around them and the food they occassionally hunted.
"Where are those two? They've been gone for a while now," said Sam as she leaned closer to the crackling fire, facing her palms towards it.
"Hunter said he wanted to explore the forest; see if he could find anything on the symbols," explained Damian.
"And Roman tagged along. Those two are getting closer and closer, aren't they...?" Eve said as she took a sip of her cup of warm soup.
"Stop that," Damian reprimanded.
"What? I didn't say anything..."
