Five hundred meters

Thirty hours passed in the blink of an eye, with no one succumbing to the need for sleep.

Instead, they immersed themselves in silent meditation, their focus unwavering.

As the time drew to a close, the camp stirred to life.

Tents were folded with quiet efficiency, those seated on the ground rose gracefully, and the ones who had hovered in meditation descended lightly to the earth.

From within the cottage, Anthony, Lucian, and Aaaninja emerged simultaneously, their steps synchronized as if by some unspoken agreement.

Their gazes met briefly, a mutual nod serving as the only acknowledgment before they continued toward the outside world.

Though their paths had crossed only hours earlier and they had shared a roof for the night, their brief exchange had not yet forged camaraderie.

They were not allies, yet neither were they enemies.