At the darkness of the night, when nobody should have been awake…
One figure was quietly walking by the tents. His steps light and his eyes looking around cautiously as he moved ahead, making sure nobody woke up.
He quietly found the edge of the battlefield, the point where all of it ended.
That person… was none other than Henry.
I sigh, "I have to admit, walking around quietly like a thief takes much more work than I thought… especially with my big body."
"I swear, every single twig and rock was working against me."
I check once more and seeing no one was awake, I look ahead.
What mattered was that they were asleep and I was close to my objective.
I jump up and soar high. The quiet night's air roaming through me, bringing me both relief and realization of how solitude I was. Before I could start falling down, I use my ring and a steady jet of flames bursts under my bare sole, keeping me afloat.
