On Deaf Ears

By the time sunlight began to dim, Milo and Helena had stopped training and were instead sitting in the warm pond, the latter quietly slumbering with her head resting against Milo's shoulder.

With one arm slung around Helena, Milo too was starting to feel the call of rest pulling him in, although his night had a large chance of being plagued by nightmares, he did not fight it and allowed himself to drift into sleep's soft arms.

"Hey Milo" a voice said.

"We don't really know one another but I have something to tell you" it added quickly after.

"The undeads, they have spread out even further still… After conquering Viridis, Loimos created the vanguard, nurturing his own army, his own soldiers"