187 Corpse

Thomas wanted to say something, anything to retort Doevm, but as always, his mind was no help. He just muttered under his breath and he stormed out of the camp. When he returned later, with armfuls of sticks shoved into his spatial ring, the camp was cleared of everything. The rocks and sticks were placed back at the center. The string had been wound back into its spool. So after the hour or so they had spent, they set off towards the sun, which was retreating behind the distant mountains.

Shadows lengthened behind them. For once, Thomas was grateful for the fog and vegetation, for it blocked the sun's rays from assaulting his vision. The first fireflies were beginning to flicker a blue light, as if saying goodbye to the brief visitors. It all faded away as they went deeper west. "My plan is simple," Doevm said. "Just grow strong enough to beat those assholes, take their points in any way possible (preferably without incurring the wrath of an army), and win."