The precise physical condition allowed Lann to wake up from his meditation right at six in the morning.
Fingers gently pressing the ground, his sturdy body and heavy armor stood up silently.
On the bed, Alia, curled up in the blanket, was murmuring names in her sleep.
Saying things like "Sansa is a fool", "Rob, help", "Jon, save me".
Everything that happened last night was brutal and sudden, even someone like Alia was genuinely frightened.
The names she muttered were those of her family.
This little girl seemed to immerse herself in the excitement of encountering new things every day, but deep down, the fear of longing for home and leaving it was something she probably didn't even realize herself.
Lann gently shook his head in the dim morning light.
The distance represented by the convergence of celestial orbs was too vast even for interstellar civilizations.
He was just a slightly special Demon Hunter.
He couldn't save everyone.
