Inside a dark forest that seemed far away from Death Valley but in fact was very close to it in a straight line.
Lucien and Natasha observed the sky that was blocked by clouds through the leaves. There were neither stars nor the silver moon tonight. One could barely see one's own fingers. The deepest fear and panic were brewing.
"Our zone of activity has been minimized. It seems that we need to return to Death Valley." Leaning against a tree, Natasha sighed at the horizon with Lucien next to her. "It's almost dawn. Aunt Camil should've arrived at the Metarin oasis. It's a pity that we have to wait another day before reinforcements arrive. I wonder if we will ever see the sunrise again?"
