As he rested, Ryven felt the cold grass seep into his back. He couldn't help but feel a chill creep up his spine, forcing him to stand upright.
The ground here is very uncomfortable...
His gaze swept across the surroundings, alert for anything unusual. Samminah calmly sat cross-legged nearby, while Fred stood guard, not noticing anything wrong in the surrounding area.
Noticing that they didn't feel any threat, his mind eases slightly. Ryven then tilted his head toward a nearby tree.
He remained vigilant despite the apparent lack of danger.
He still preferred to trust his intuition. After all, there was no guarantee that some abomination wouldn't suddenly emerge from beneath the ground while he was resting.
In the next instant, he swiftly climbed the tree and settled on its largest branch, using it as a place to rest.
After thirty minutes, they prepared to move again.
"Samminah, conserve your mana. We should reach the cave in a few hours."
