It was late into the night. The flickering embers from the campfire were beginning to die down. Clouds smothered the moon and stars, drowning the sky in darkness. It had been a hard-fought battle that day, and the entire company was exhausted. Chrom, however, could not fall asleep no matter how he tried. He was there, sitting with his back to a tree and only barely visible in the dim glow of the firelight. With one hand on a raised knee and the other on his chin, his gaze seemed to trail off a thousand yards into the darkness.