The next morning.
Inside an abandoned village.
The sky was overcast, and a light drizzle continued to fall.
A cool breeze was blowing, and it was bitterly cold.
The people scattered throughout the village in their simple houses gradually awoke from their sleep.
After a day of running around in a mess, I was caught in this damp and cold weather.
People who are already weak become even weaker, and some even fall ill.
The convoy had to postpone its departure for a day and make some rest here.
...
Inside a relatively intact mud house.
A red clay stove was placed at the entrance, with scarlet charcoal burning inside, constantly radiating heat to the surroundings.
On the stove, the black earthenware pot bubbled and steamed, with white vapor escaping from the edge of the lid and occasi
