Chapter 187: The Night Ends, The Day Breaks
Arc 4: Blood of the Dragon
The long night had passed. A faint light emerged in the eastern sky.
After a surviving the disaster, Thales leaned weakly against a collapsed wall, evading the sparse falling snow. He looked up at the sky in a lackadaisical manner. Last night's incident flashed across his mind, one scene after another.
Exhaustion, fatigue, and hunger tormented his mind and body. Nearly every cell in him protested him for pushing himself too hard.
The chill breeze and sharp gravel under his buttocks gave him an absurd sense of familiarity. It made Thales think of his days back in the Brotherhood: The days of fighting between him and Quide using their courage and wits, the wild dogs, those 'fat lambs', or the children from other houses.
He gave an involuntary snort of laughter.
Drowsy and tired, the droopy-eyed Thales yawned in an unsightly manner. He turned his head sleepily, turning his gaze to Little Rascal who also leaned against the w