At dusk, when the last rays of the sun cast a reddish glow on the golden sand, Kars froze on the beach like a marble statue. His tall, muscular figure stood out against the background of the deserted shore.You brought him to the beach hoping he would rest, but he didn't seem relaxed. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, as if his thoughts were wandering as far as his eyesight.

He didn't think it was a good idea to come to the beach while they had a lot of work to do. I don't need to rest, he snapped. I have to keep moving until I reach my goal.He walked to the water, his feet, covered only with a thong and a loincloth, touched the sand, leaving barely noticeable footprints behind them. You watched him dive into the water, his body, muscular and strong, moving with the grace of a predator.

The water, which had already cooled down by the evening, could not cool his inner fire. He surfaced, his face was wet, but the same scarlet fire was still burning in his eyes. - Do you think I can relax? He asked, his voice hoarse from the seawater.