The Second Impact

At this moment, a campfire burned to his left, its flames flickering cheerfully. Alex, supporting his weary body, slowly approached the fire.

As he got closer, he could finally see who the person by the campfire was. A woman was sitting cross-legged by the fire, roasting jerky.

She looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with snow-white skin and stunning features. Her figure was graceful and curvaceous, accentuated by a black outfit that outlined her shapely form. A faint, soothing fragrance emanated from her, invigorating anyone who caught its scent.

Alex stared at the woman for a while, then laboriously moved closer and sat down heavily across from her. The woman merely glanced at Alex without any hint of surprise in her eyes. Her demeanor was incredibly calm.