The night had settled over the forest, quiet except for the occasional whisper of wind through the glowing leaves.
After gathering the medicinal herbs, Athena and Mors had returned to camp, exhaustion creeping into their limbs.
Dinner was a simple meal, rations warmed over the heat generator, accompanied by sips of purified water. They spoke little, but the silence was comfortable.
Mors stretched, cracking his neck before settling against his makeshift bedroll.
"Get some rest," he murmured, throwing another log into the heat source. "We have another long day ahead of us tomorrow."
Athena, lying nearby, gazed up at the twin moons hanging in the sky. They cast a silvery glow over the campsite, making everything look almost ethereal.
She closed her eyes, letting the fatigue pull her into sleep.
But peace was short-lived.
Sometime past midnight, an unnatural chill seeped into the air.
