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The cave was quiet. The makeshift fire crackled softly, its glow casting shifting shadows on the damp walls.
Ma pushed her back against one of the cave walls and closed her eyes, feeling the strain of wandering so much and being on constant alert for hours.
After all, unlike me, she still had her mana core sealed and would only be able to unseal it when we reached the Romero State.
The cave was damp, and the air was thick with the lingering scent of moss.
The walls stretched unevenly, and the whole area seemed just enough to keep us hidden properly.
The ground beneath me was rough, filled with small pebbles and dried leaves.
It had become quiet with Ma resting and the only sound audible was the occasional spark of the flames we had lit up.
I leaned back against the cold stone, exhaling slowly. My body ached. Not the sharp, piercing pain of an injury but the deep, all-encompassing fatigue that seeped into my bones.
