Late night.
The World Scar.
The night sky here looked a little different from other places.
Darker, and even the stars seemed to be blocked by clouds and something else. Dim light flickered on and off; the night here was darker than elsewhere.
And also quieter.
A campfire flickered in the darkness.
Around it, there were several campfires of various sizes, with people from the convoy sitting in twos and threes beside them.
Twelve vehicles used for transporting goods formed a ring, enclosing everyone in a circle.
They could block the night breeze, and in case of danger, they could also be used as a makeshift city wall.
After all, the truck beds and the supplies inside had all been treated with various kinds of Protective Spells.
Alka sat on his sleeping bag, staring at the campfire in front of him.
Around him, some people were grilling meat over the fire, while others sat cross-legged, seemingly engaged in Meditation.
