Atlas set up a tent and threw in a bunch of blankets. Theo spoke worriedly, 'Are you okay, Master?'
'Tired, using all my mana and fighting that Titan drained everything from me. I honestly feel exhausted,' he answered before climbing into the tent.
Once he settled in, Atlas felt Theo's quiet presence standing guard nearby, and a sense of calm washed over him. Relaxed, he pulled out a piece of chocolate, nibbling on it as his eyelids grew heavy, drifting into a half-asleep state.
'I have to stop pushing myself before something bad happens.'
Atlas soon fell asleep as the weather outside worsened, and Frostwinter started to bite. He was curled under the thick covers while his body recovered from the strain of the constant fighting.
