The Sage of Einar

At night Sven, who was sitting on a small log, looked at Eskol with a serious face "Eskol, do you think something happened with Galt and Kaj.

Without them, it is possible that the group led by Ansgar could be lost. "

Eskol, who watched the water boil over the fire, just sighed and turned around to see Sven. "It may be that something has happened, but if we separate more people, we can put the expedition at risk.

We will have to stay in the forest and mount guards on this small fortress that we are building.

That's my opinion although I think Einar could give us some idea. "

Sven scratched his beard. "I guess we don't have a choice at the moment."

After saying those words, he got up from the piece of wood and walked towards the tent where Einar was sleeping.

Upon entering the store, he could see his son, who was sleeping while he seemed to have a nightmare, so with some curiosity, he sat on the floor and began to observe him.

Max, who was inside a burning room, looked sadly at a bed that was burning and where the body of a man was.

The corpse was burning like a torch, its face and skin nothing more than a piece of black coal.

"It is the first time I dream of you after some years have passed since your death, father.

All because of that damn kidnapping, if only I had entered the military college earlier, I might have been able to save you. "

After saying those words, Max clenched his fist and started walking through the burning room until he opened the door.

When he opened the door, he could feel the heat of the fire on his face, so he had to use his hand to cover his face.

When he adapted his face to the heat and removed his hand, he could see that he was on a great plain where he could see different people's corpses.

The smell of rotting meat made Max want to vomit, so doing his best, he swallowed hard and kept walking.

All the bodies were in an advanced state of decomposition, so Max did not know who they belonged to.

But while he was looking at the corpses, he could hear strange noise, so he turned his head and could see how a cadaverous hand emerged from the black earth.

Max approached slowly because he could see that a very characteristic ring protruded from those bone fingers, so when he arrived in front of him, he could only fall to his knees.

Well, he identified that the ring was his mother's, who was supposed to be alive.

'What does this mean is that something happened to your mother ... "

At that moment, a small hand was placed on Max's shoulder and spoke in his ear, "Grandma Dad died today; I'm not sure what happened.

But I can say that something very bad happened in our world, according to mom, has something related to some entity named Amatlein. "

When Max heard these words, he turned his face and could only see darkness before he woke up suddenly.

Sven, who had fallen asleep sitting wide, opened his eyes upon hearing Einar's heavy breathing, so the first thing he did was put his hand on his son's back.

"You are fine, Einar."

Max, who felt his father's hand, only held his nasal septum and began to stabilize his breathing. "I'm fine father, it's just that I had a pretty realistic nightmare.

But now that I'm awake, something happened or ... "

Sven just smiled upon hearing his son's words and interrupted him with a pat on the back as he got up.

"At night, I went into your tent to see how you were doing but to see that you were sweating and making faces.

I decided to stay by your side so I could act fast if something happened to you, but I fell asleep at some point in the night.

In any case, it is already early, so we must go to breakfast to continue with the construction of this camp. "

Max smiled back at his father, got up from his makeshift bed, and then donned a fur coat.

As he left the tent, he could feel the cold run over his cheeks, and after taking a deep breath, he could smell the scent of the forest as well as the wood being burned.

In front of the small campfire, he could see a group of warriors preparing large bear meat pieces.

"Good thing you two woke up; you should have breakfast while I talk to you."

Said Eskol, who was holding a piece of bloody cloth in his hand.

Max and Sven looked at each other seriously as the piece of cloth must have belonged to some expedition member.

Taking a seat, Eskol stood in front of them, showing the piece of cloth in more detail.

"At dawn, a white bear approached one of our decoys, so the guard warriors ended their lives.

As they approached where they were, they realized that there were remains of bones and cloth in the bear phases.

We cannot know who owns the cloth, but someone certainly died for that white bear. "

Sven frowned as he took the cloth from Eskol's hand. "This is bad as this cloth most likely belongs to Galt or Kaj."

Sven pointed to a small part that was not stained with blood. "It may not show much from the blood, but the color of the cloth is a bit blue.

Ansgar and his group are too young to have fabrics of this color, so Galt and Kaj are the only ones who can have that color in their clothes.

Although I can also be wrong, there is something that is a fact, and that is that one of our companions died. "

Max, who had remained silent, looked at the cloth. "I think if something happened with more reasons we should stay in this place.

Since the forest is an important meeting point and although Ansgar's group does not know where we are, they do know that we are all in a forest.

It would be too reckless to go looking for them because if that bear could kill one of our companions, it means that the danger level is too high if we go in small groups. "

Sven clutched the piece of cloth in his hand and looked at Eskol. "Let no one leave the camp without permission, I have already lost five warriors at the moment, and I don't want to lose many more."