The sun dipped lower on the horizon, painting the pine forest crimson. Long shadows stretched across the dense undergrowth as Sol and Lucy pushed through the trees.
After hours of walking, the forest opened into a small clearing. The ground was soft and covered in moss, and towering trees formed a protective barrier around the space.
Sol scanned the area, his sharp eyes assessing every detail.
"This'll do," he said, his voice low.
"Better here than stumbling around in the dark." Lucy nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Sol knelt on the mossy ground, his hands brushing away leaves and debris to create a flat space. He gathered fallen branches, placing them in the center for a campfire.
Lucy, meanwhile, wandered to the edge of the clearing, her hands outstretched as she chanted softly.
"Glac," Lucy muttered.
While her affinity for other elements wasn't as strong as Lucius's, it was decent.
