Soft chirping noises of birds indicated that it was already the anticipated morning of the next day. Though, it was still pretty early, as the sky was a bit dusky and not fully brightened up yet.
For the whole night, Noah couldn't get a wink of sleep except for the cold chills of his uncertain fate that ran down his spine and spooked his soul. The silver dagger which he had received from the chief lay in the corner of his small room, but his phobia exaggerated it as a scary monster in his mind that bothered his inner peace.
Not only he but also Kirin couldn't lay down to rest as he was continuously parading back and forth outside the cottage, with an intimidating look on his face. From the pale, haggard look on his face, he seemed more fretful about the sword of death hanging over Noah's head in the name of that fatal mission.
