Campfire

Zayne picked up dry tree trunks from the ground as well as long branches that had fallen to the ground after Edvin's swing of the whip. Most of the trees were dry and light, so they were perfect for making a fire. Given Zayne's strength, he could easily carry several trees on his shoulders without straining at all.

'Hmm... Edvin... He's different from her, he looks like he's just an ordinary citizen of some big city, though his clothes are definitely author's. I wonder who made it?' Zayne inwardly muttered while looking at Edvin. 

Edvin possessed great physical strength as he easily carried a huge crocodile, however, right now he was only carrying one tree or a few branches at a time. He did everything slowly, taking his time as if he was enjoying this relaxed pace.

Crackle.