"Sirean, Sirean!"
Sirean drooped his eyelids, his gaze dispersedly focused on the cracked patterns of the ground.
Until Vera reached out, gently shaking his shoulder, this beautiful Elf suddenly came back to his senses.
"Sorry, Vera..." Sirean rubbed his ears, "I got a bit distracted."
"It's my poor arrangement," Vera's voice carried a note of apology, "You've been casting spells all day and should rest properly. I'll take over the night watch."
Their conversation was kept low, fearing to disturb Fei Ling and Fei Yin sisters sleeping in the rear.
Sirean didn't insist, walked over to the pile of hay in the corner and lay down.
Vera's Squad was currently camping in the ruins of a small town north of Golden Valley City.
This small town was reduced to scorched earth in the earlier Demon Race's sweep, this house they stopped in was considered the best-preserved building in the whole town—missing just half a wall, but still barely providing shelter from wind and rain.
