The horses didn't have the strength to move anymore, and it was in the middle of the night. Agnesia and Marina created a small house made of dirt, drying it and turning it into a clay house. The roof was tree branches entangled with each other, giving gaps that allowed the moonlight to enter. The three Sorcerers decided to rest after they had dinner because they were exhausted since they had never been horse riding that far before.
The night was quiet, Rasmus, Serena, Videl, and Aris enjoyed the wine Rasmus brought with him in the spatial ring. Doloran and Lance were outside, guarding the house from any kind of danger since they were close to reaching the Efiva Mountain.
"Hey, muscle head..." Marina tilted her head, peeking out through the door and looking at Doloran. "You said you want to guard the house but you're actually drinking?" She stared at her husband with disappointment written in her eyes.
