Milo did not have to go out to look for food anymore. On the other hand, driven by the fear of death, Micah’s mind was no longer on Milo taking their food.
Everyone was now thinking about how to survive the night. Or rather, they were thinking of how to make it out alive from this place instead of worrying about what there was to eat at night.
That same night, some of them did not even want to set up their tents to sleep in as they were afraid it would hinder their escape route. However, Raphael did not allow them to do so.
“Get all of your tents set up. It’s already late autumn. If you don’t have a tent to protect yourselves from the wind, you won’t be able to make it out of the Marador Mountains once you fall sick!”
The group built a bonfire and sat quietly around it. Although they did not dare to go far or venture into the woods again while collecting firewood, they still managed to collect quite a bit of it with their combined efforts. It seemed that the larger the campfire was, the more of a sense of security they felt.
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