The sun was already setting, but Zaber had long since fallen asleep inside the tent, lying in complete silence as if entirely cut off from the outside world.
Outside, Gobuto and Kargal were eating by the fire. The flames flickered gently, illuminating their faces one moment and casting them into shadow the next.
Kargal had nearly finished half his bowl when he suddenly stopped. His gaze was fixed on the bowl, but his thoughts were far away.
This food… I can sense the master's blood in it. Why?
He slowly raised his head and turned to Gobuto.
"Do you feel anything strange in the food?" he asked in a low voice.
Gobuto shrugged.
"Nah. It's just regular food," he replied carelessly.
Kargal fell silent. A thought was slowly taking shape inside him.
My rebirth was caused by the master's blood. Perhaps that's why I can sense it…
He said nothing more and continued eating.
