Vale had slept for a few hours, trading watch with another person before finally resting. Once he awoke and rested enough, the group set out again. This time, they didn't walk long in darkness before coming across structures, broken, crumbling buildings scattered about, forming a village with its own sun shining above it.
"A sun. That's actually a sun," Vale muttered, looking up at the red orb in the sky. It hung above the village, shrouded in layers of dark clouds. The sun was as red as blood, simultaneously immense and small, unlike their own sun; it more closely resembled an uncanny eye watching them from above.
One of the Captains' voices came from the front, carrying easily. "We are in a place with minimal dangers, but this is based on the assumption of the last time we were here. The actual ruin lies at the end of the village, a palace we couldn't open before.
