Journey Back

The next morning, the team was in complete disarray. Inside the cramped room, they were sprawled out like corpses after a week-long battle. Sam had taken the bed, rightfully so as the most injured member. Ragnar, on the other hand, was laying flat on the floor, a massive figure of muscle and exhaustion, with Julius draped over him, drooling and snoring without a care. By the window, Anya was propped against the wall, arms crossed, head tilted back as if she had fallen asleep mid-watch. The room was a mess, cluttered with torn clothing, gear, and empty potion bottles from their last few days of relentless hunting.