Inside the lake, Oliver was racing back and forth with Lemur.
They jumped and splashed water around before running toward the slippery grass.
Then they leapt back into the lake again.
Not far away on the shore, the one eyed man emerged from the water.
Droplets ran down his body and hair.
He walked over and sat beside the sage, who looked completely exhausted.
The old man clutched his stomach, trying to stay upright despite the pain clear on his face.
The one eyed man smirked.
"You look terrible, sage."
The sage raised his head, then covered his mouth with his hand.
"Maybe. But at least I still have both eyes, unlike you, Maron."
Silence fell for a moment before Maron sighed deeply, his single eye staring into the lake's surface.
"How do you think the world looks out there now?"
The sage leaned against a tree trunk.
"I don't know. But we'll find out as long as we stay alive and get out of this cursed forest."
