The wastelands lay still under the cover of night, the only sounds being the occasional crackle of the campfire and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures. The group settled into a restless sleep, their minds preoccupied with the impending mission.
Morning arrived, the sun's first light stretching across the horizon, casting long shadows over the rocky terrain. Jace, ever the vigilant leader, was already awake and standing at the edge of their campsite, his sharp eyes scanning the landscape.
Lucian stirred, blinking against the light. He sat up and stretched, his movements languid. Noticing Jace standing watch, he couldn't resist a quip. "Ah, the early bird catches the worm... or in this case, keeps watch over the sleep-deprived."
Eve, woken by Lucian's voice, yawned and sat up, chuckling softly. "Does that mean you're the worm, Lucian?"