"Wait."
This time, Roy called out to stop Aisling as she was about to leave.
Aisling stopped and turned around. There was no emotion on her face as she looked coldly at Roy.
"You kill people without looting them?"
Roy walked up to Aisling and took the large backpack from her back. Then he went over to the still-warm corpses and swiftly picked up the valuable items remaining on them.
After expertly stripping the dozen or so bodies on the ground clean, Roy clapped his hands in satisfaction and pulled Aisling away from the mass grave.
After the Thunderbird left, the storm clouds lingering in the sky quickly vanished without a trace, revealing a stunning sunset behind them.
The two walked north through the twilight in silence, each occupied with their own thoughts, neither saying a word.
After an unknown amount of time, an endless forest blocked their path. To keep heading north, they had to pass through it. They exchanged a glance and, while the last traces of sunlight still remained, gripped their wands and slowly entered the dense woods.
They could conceal their tracks more effectively in the forest, but their pace slowed considerably. As the sun completely disappeared beneath the horizon, the thick woods became pitch-black, utterly robbing them of their sight.
They simply decided to make camp there. There was plenty of easily combustible wood throughout the forest. Roy gathered a pile of branches, built a campfire in the darkness, then Transfigured some of the plentiful wood into an exquisite tent.
Roy could clearly feel that after receiving the Thunderbird's blessing, his skill in Transfiguration had surged instantly. Previously, if he wanted to turn wood into a tent, he had needed to carve it into a relatively regular shape with a knife beforehand. Now, casting Transfiguration