Chapter 666 Rest (2)
Erik picked up his communication device again and called for Aiden. Within a few moments, the man appeared, his face illuminated by the flickering firelight and the glow of the vehicle headlights.
"Aiden, how are the guild members holding up?" Erik asked, his eyes scanning the tense faces around the camp. "This is the farthest we've ever been from Testrovsc's Rest. Have any of them voiced concerns about continuing the quest?"
Aiden nodded thoughtfully. "It's understandable that everyone is on edge. We're deep in uncharted and dangerous territory, facing threats none of us have encountered before. The members are anxious but so far committed to seeing the quest through."
He paused, considering his next words. "That being said, the attack by the Erendus shook many of them. It was their first real taste of how lethal things can get out here. They're putting on a brave face, but I know some are afraid."
Erik listened intently, his expression serious but empathetic. "Fear can undermine the spirit if left unchecked. Have any members spoken of wanting to turn back?"
"No, not outright," Aiden said. "I think your leadership gives them courage and purpose. You have their trust, Erik, as long as we continue to take every precaution."
Erik felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders but stood tall beneath it. "We will proceed, but with utmost caution. I will see if Kael established the night shifts."
Aiden nodded. "Yeah, thank you. That will surely help."
Aiden then left, and Erik picked up his communication device again and called for Kael.
Within a few moments, the man appeared.
"You called for me, Erik?" he asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.
"Yes, Kael," Erik began, his eyes scanning the well-lit camp. "Were you able to establish the night guard shifts like I asked?"
Kael nodded. "Yes, I organized four guards per shift, two to patrol the perimeter and two on elevated lookout positions. All armed and with communication devices. I rotated experienced members with newer recruits to provide training every three hours."
"Excellent," Erik said, relief washing over him. "Aiden told me the younger guys are having some problems. With this, I hope there will be fewer problems and they will feel safe."
"Yeah, that was a good idea," Kael confirmed. "I briefed everyone thoroughly on their duties and the rotation schedule. No one will be caught off guard."
Erik clasped Kael on the shoulder firmly. "Excellent work. Hopefully, we can all rest a little easier tonight."
Kael made a smile. "I share the hope. The nights are long and dark out here."
"Yeah."
With Kael overseeing the night watch, he felt assured the camp would stay secure.
Grateful for the small sense of relief, Erik let his mind move on to the next preparations, knowing Kael had this critical task well in hand.
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Erik slowly walked through the camp, examining the guild members settled in for the night.
Exhausted men and women sat huddled around fires, seeking warmth and comfort after another grueling day in the untamed wilderness.
Some ate rations quietly, too tired for conversation. Others checked weapons and gear, stealing themselves for whatever the next day's march might bring.
Erik noted the fatigue and apprehension etched on their faces.
These people had placed their lives in his hands, and he bore that responsibility heavily.
As he completed his circuit around the camp's periphery, Erik took some slight relief at seeing the vigilance of the guards stationed at regular intervals.
At least for now, they had some warning if danger approached.
Erik was just about to do another pass when Mira's voice broke his focus. "Erik, come join us," she beckoned, gesturing toward a campfire where a small group had gathered.
Navigating his way towards a makeshift bench carved from a log, Erik lowered himself onto the seat. The welcoming heat from the nearby fire quickly wrapped him in its comforting embrace. Mira leaned towards him, her eyes reflecting the mesmerizing dance of the flames.
"Erik," she began, her voice a soft whisper against the crackle of the fire, "Allow me to introduce Alina Hayes. Today, it was her unique ability to detect the Erendus that saved us today."
Erik shifted his gaze to Alina, standing just a few feet away. He had known her since her interview at the guild, yet he had spent little time with her and didn't know what her personality was.
She was an unassuming figure, her jet-black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of darkness.
Her eyes, a muted shade of green, were as ordinary as pebbles in a vast riverbed, holding no particular secrets.
Her skin was plain, unmarked by the charming scatter of freckles or the glow of youthful blush.
She was as unassuming as a daisy in a field of roses, her appearance devoid of any striking features that could draw a second glance.
She stood before him, a picture of discomfort, perhaps even intimidation, as if her very presence in his vicinity was a challenge she wasn't prepared for.
Yet, it was the aura that she exuded, an ethereal quality that seemed to envelop her like a cloak that seized Erik's attention.
In Erik's eyes, she was a puzzle, shrouded in shyness and reservation. His own past, a tapestry of rough patches and hard lessons, mirrored back at him from her demeanor, leading him to deduce that her journey hadn't been a bed of roses either.
During his childhood, Erik had often yearned for companionship. He'd harbored a quiet hope that someone might break through his wall of solitude, strike up a conversation, and perhaps even forge a friendship.
Yet, he'd remained an island, untouched by the warmth of camaraderie, as if he were invisible in a sea of faces.
Behind the mask, Erik's eyes found Alina across the dimly lit space. "Alina," he began, his tone carrying a warmth that was seldom heard, "It's a pleasure to meet you again."
He paused, the silence between them filled only by the distant echo of the night. His gloved hands rested idly on his lap, hidden from view.
"I've been meaning to express my gratitude," His voice was steady yet laced with profound sincerity.
A slight shift in his tone caught her attention. "Your ability to sense Thaids, it's an extraordinary gift. Today, it was our shield."
His voice dropped lower, a hint of tension creeping into his otherwise calm demeanor.
"You shielded us from a grim fate. You saved lives today." Each word was wrapped in gratitude, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"And for that," he concluded, his tone softening, "I am indebted to you beyond words."
Even behind the mask, his gratitude was palpable, conveyed through the sincerity lacing each word he spoke. The people seated at the fire shared the same sentiment.
Alina's gaze met Erik's, her eyes lingering on the mask that obscured his features. "No need for thanks," she finally broke the silence, her voice as soft as the rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze.
Her words were measured, laced with an underlying caution that was as palpable as the tension in the air. It was clear she didn't enjoy talking that much.
Erik sensed an unease in her demeanor whenever gratitude or compliments were directed her way.
Recognizing this, he held his tongue, to not utter words that might add to her discomfort.
Instead, he let his silence speak for him, a tacit understanding that he respected her silent wishes.
"Have you eaten yet?" he asked.
Alina seemed to relax a bit when he changed the topic, her posture easing as she looked at the fire before them.
"Yeah, some meat."
Erik nodded, appreciating her modesty. "That is good to hear. Food is one of the few comforts we have out here."
Alina seemed to agree with him, her eyes still focused on the fire.
Erik, with an air of casual curiosity, asked, "Hey, if it's alright to ask, where'd you grow up? Your skills are pretty unique."
Alina glanced up, her eyes meeting his. "Kinda all over the place," she said, her voice holding a touch of alertness. "Didn't stick around in one spot for too long."
Erik sensed the vagueness in her answer but pressed on gently. "It mustn't have been an easy life."
She hesitated for a moment. "Better than living on the streets, I guess…"
Erik was about to ask another question when Mira intervened.
"Erik, maybe you should give Alina some space. It's clear she's not comfortable discussing her past."
He looked at Mira and then back at Alina, sensing the truth in Mira's words.
"Got it," Erik responded, his head bobbing in a nod. "Didn't mean to dig too deep or make things awkward."
In response, Alina offered a subtle nod, so slight it might have been missed. Yet, to Erik, it signaled her appreciation for his understanding.
Erik leaned back and grabbed a meat skewer from a plate beside him.
As he took a bite, he couldn't help but think about the mysterious young woman sitting across the fire.
Her ability had saved them today, yet, the few times he talked to her at the guild, she seemed ashamed of it.
Erik held a different perspective from the many who dismissed her abilities as insignificant.
He foresaw a potential that was yet to be fully realized. After all, she had the power to control Thaids.
Sure, her current capacity might be limited, but Erik couldn't help but wonder.
What if she established 54 neural links? The possibilities were vast, and he was certain her prowess would far exceed anyone's expectations.
Erik was curious about this outcome, but since he couldn't ask her about her powers, he would respect her boundaries, grateful for her role in their survival.
He chewed thoughtfully, savoring the meat flavors as he looked around at his guild members, each lost in their world yet united by a common purpose.
It was a moment of peace, a brief respite, something Erik knew was bound to stop as soon as they got on the march the following day.
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