Askara strode forward, boots crunching over frosted earth as he cut through the absurdly peaceful atmosphere.
Several of the "campers" noticed him, their laughter dying abruptly. The crackle of the campfire and the faint strum of the guitar were the only sounds left.
Anggana, of course, didn't move. His eyes remained fixed on the clouds above, as though the world's troubles were too small to matter.
"Oi, lazy bones," Askara called, his voice dry with irritation. "Explain before I burn this whole picnic down"
One of the students, a lanky boy with messy hair and nervous eyes, jumped to his feet, stepping between Askara and the lounging Anggana. "W-Wait! Don't attack! We, we're not enemies! We've agreed on a truce here. Everyone helps each other, no fighting, no bloodshed!"
Askara's gaze flicked to him, unimpressed. "A truce? In a death trial?"
His mismatched eyes gleamed dangerously. "That sounds like the opening act of a mass grave"
