In the early morning, the sun rose from the horizon, and the dawn light illuminated the entire Western Mountains.
Herag crawled out of the tent, breathing in the fresh mountain air.
A drop of dew fell from the branches above, landing on his face with a chilly sensation.
The campfire outside the tent had already gone out, with only some embers still radiating warmth.
Herag tossed a few dry sticks into the fire pit, manipulated the fire energy particles, and reignited the fire.
A pot hung over the fire, containing last night's unfinished food, which he intended to heat up as breakfast.
Fred heard the commotion and woke sleepily.
Not every wizard substitutes meditation for sleep every day. Many cannot commit to such diligence and self-discipline as Herag does.
For someone like Fred, who has difficulty advancing to an official wizard, it's even harder to persist, so he chose to sleep comfortably.
