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Chapter 23
The rest of the day went by quickly and slowly night coloured the skies dark blue and dotted it with stars. We all set up camp for the night as Dante was still unconscious. I sat up against the cart and looked up at the stars. I couldn't sleep.
"Hey, still awake?" Crono rolled over in his blanket. "I guess you got enough sleep while being knocked out eh?" He smirked and sat up beside me.
"This place provokes the Spirit of Anger." I replied sighing. "I'm restless."
"Oi." Crono gives me a worried look. "At least wait till we get to the Yggdrasil Tree before you decide to berserk again." He sat back and looked at the sky with me. "Then we can throw you into the water." We both laughed at the joke. "You'll be fine, dude."
"I almost hit Raisu back there..." I muttered. "I could've killed her."
"Hey, you didn't." Crono says. "That's what counts. Anyways, it was the Spirit of Anger in control. It wouldn't have been your fault."
"It would've been my hands..."
We both remained silent for the rest of the night.
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"Saddle up!" Upgrade's loud voice woke everyone in the camp. "We're off again!" He jumped onto his own Peco and started to go ahead and check out the route. Dante climbed out of his cart with a bandage on his head, but a smile on his face.
"You alright?" I helped him down the cart. "That wound seems to be bad."
"I'll be alright, chances are nothing else will attack." Dante replied, getting on his Peco. "At least for awhile." I nodded and went to get Raijin.
Once we were all ready to take off, we started advancing forward. Since the Werewolf was slain, everything seemed to be more peaceful...and brighter by the second. The fog started to disappear...until we came to a clearing.
"We'll rest here and move on tomorrow." Dante declares. It was getting dark, and continuing on in the night could be dangerous. "Set up camp."
I got off my Peco and helped with setting camp up. After the work was done, I felt some kind of force pulling me away. I wandered off and went through a small barrier of long grass and came to another clearing. A rock with engravings on it sat in the middle of the clearing.
