The two Special Level Combatants quickly disappeared into the Black Fog.
Horus put down the Silence Stone and closed his eyes, entering deep meditation.
He was too tired and needed a good rest.
Under the warm firelight, everyone was either meditating or in deep sleep. The orange glow blocked the swirling Black Fog and coagulated black ashes, bathing this world in the blessing of fire, allowing the souls of the Fire Son people to recuperate in the warm light.
Outside the firelight lay decay and gloom. In the depths of the darkness seemed to lurk ominous shadows. The ancient Royal City, destroyed for millennia in unknown strangeness, lay like a giant beast eerily still, ready to awaken at any moment to devour the small firelight.
When resting in the dark, one must keep an eye open — this is the most basic combat principle.
Among these more than a hundred First Level Combatants, those keeping watch were Olivia and Misha.
