The lights rising in the wilderness were actually very weak, and compared to this vast land, their numbers were pitifully small. Yet even so, Melita Ponia felt as though they filled her entire vision during those fleeting few minutes—she found it hard to look away.
After a moment, some of the lights temporarily went out, but the remaining ones persisted, shining like starlight in the cold, dim "polar midnight."
"Over there—that farthest one, at the foot of that mountain, could be another camp," Nuoletta also widened her eyes, looking into the distance. She pointed to a cluster of lights at the horizon, a hint of excitement on her face. "Can you see it? There are a few smaller lights moving around there, which might be patrols!"
"I see it, I see it," Melita Ponia said repeatedly. "And east of the camp, in the direction of what used to be the Rus Valley, several fireballs have just risen there... maybe a few survivors have gathered together..."
