At night, six people sat around a campfire in the abandoned City of Star-Gazing. The roasted meat beside the flames slowly turned, sending out an enticing aroma.
Grilling the meat was Mick. Over the years, he had traveled far and wide and accumulated plenty of wilderness survival experience, so he was highly skilled at it.
Sitting on a stone pillar lying to one side, Sylutia held a skewer in one hand and took small bites of the hot meat, savoring it carefully.
"Your cooking is excellent, Mick," she commented.
"Hehe, is it?" As he spoke, Mick handed several finished skewers to Anali, letting her distribute them to the others.
Luke was currently lying against the luggage with both hands pillowing his head, gazing up at the night sky in a daze, no one knowing what he was thinking. Beside him, Oren was writing furiously in his notebook, recording their experiences and discoveries from this adventure, along with various findings and conjectures.
Although they had yet to achieve any world-shaking accomplishments, he believed that once he succeeded and became famous in the future, these notes would become excellent material for a biography. They could even be compiled into a new Heroic Poem and entered into the Lineage's legacy.
On the other side, Camilla was leaning against the stone pillar beneath Sylutia, taking a short nap with her eyes closed. She had to stand guard tonight, so she had gone to sleep ahead of time.
Anali brought the cooked meat over to Oren and Luke and told them to eat it while it was hot. Only then did the two of them awaken from their immersed worlds.
"Thanks." After giving their brief replies, the two stretched their bodies, then picked up the roasted meat and began eating.
Oren continued thinking about his