Time flew by, and before they knew it, night had fallen.
Throughout this period, the three companions had been keeping vigil by Alan's side, not leaving him for even a moment.
A bright full moon slowly rose into the sky, breaking through the clouds. A silvery thread of moonlight filtered down, quietly landing on Alan's body.
"Ugh..."A low groan escaped Alan's lips as he began to stir from his long state of unconsciousness.
"He's awake! Alan is awake!"
Francis was the first to react. He rushed forward, tightly gripping Alan's wrist with both hands, his voice urgent and trembling. "Brother, my dear brother, are you alright?"
Fort and Blanche immediately gathered around as well, checking Alan's physical condition with worried eyes.
Alan chuckled softly, his voice calm but hoarse. "Don't worry. I'm not dead yet."
Then, a confused look appeared on his face as he swept his gaze around. "Why is it so dark? Is it nighttime? Why haven't you lit a fire?"
