The night in the mountain range was quiet.
The silence of the encampment, where not even the sound of a campfire could be heard, was heavy. At times, it felt nearly suffocating. Only the silhouettes visible through the tents left any sign of life in this place.
They had endured every manner of hardship.
After entering the mountain range, there had been an attack, followed by the Barrier, and then another attack.
No matter how carefully selected the elites were, they could not escape mental exhaustion. The anxiety of being trapped within an unknown sorcery, never knowing at what moment or to which coordinates they might be transported, also played a part.
It was inevitable that their surroundings sank into silence.
An absence of noise invited contemplation. Precisely because they had endured several great incidents, the people decided to take the opportunity to reflect slowly upon their lives.
Even the girls whose oldest memories reached back less than twenty years.
Two nearly identical women remained silent. Black hair and golden eyes. Even their pale, sickly-looking skin was alike.
It would not have been strange for someone to mistake them for twins.
No. In truth, it was no ‘mistake.’ Biologically, the two were little different…