They slept for some hours, and Atrox traded watch with another person before getting some rest himself. Once he had slept for a few hours, they set out again. This time, however, they didn't walk in the dark for long before coming across some structures—broken buildings scattered about, forming a village that had its own sun.
"A sun. That's actually a sun," Atrox muttered, looking up at the red orb in the sky. It hung above the village, shrouded by layers of clouds. The sun was as red as blood, simultaneously immense and small, so unlike their own sun that it more closely resembled an eye.
Atrox's voice came from the front, reaching all their ears with ease. "We are in a place with minimal dangers, but this is based on the assumption of the last time we were here. The actual ruin lies at the end of the village—a palace that we couldn't open before.
