The crusaders were now the middle of the dessert, not a sight of civilisation in sight. Sands and rocks stretched to the horizon and beyond, nowhere to go except forward.

It was late, everything engulfed by the black ink that was the night. Speckles of stars accompanied the lonesome moon, serving only to build a serene atmosphere. Everyone had gone to sleep, staying within some proximity to the campfire. Yet still, that little flickering flame could only do so much in the barren land, the harsh coldness could still sink its claws into its victims who had nowhere to run.

A certain crusader found themself tossing and turning due to this. They tried with sheer will to fall asleep, hoping the land of the dreams would spare them from the unforgiving weather. That was a no-go. They inched closer to the fire, suddenly met with a familiarly calm voice from a nearby redhead.

“Can’t sleep either, hm?”