Soon, fifteen days had passed. No matter how far we traveled, the world around us remained unchanged. It was as if we were trapped in an endless loop of desolation—an infinite stretch of emptiness that seemed to have no end. The ground was cracked and barren, the sky a dull crimson that never seemed to shift. No life. No movement. Just silence.
But did it matter?
Not at all.
I found myself looking at the bright side, a rare feeling that began to settle over me like a weight lifted. For once, there was no threat of danger, no one hunting us, no need to be constantly on guard. There was nobody who wanted to kill me here. Isn't that a piece of quiet?
Who wouldn't enjoy it? For once, I wasn't fighting day and night for survival. For once, there was no one breathing down my neck, no enemies pushing me to my limits. It felt almost refreshing, in a way. A break. A pause. A world where I didn't have to always be preparing for the next battle.
