Blaze mumbles to himself, "But I am here physically. Does that mean…"
"I don't know." John shakes his head and douses a flask of alcohol down his throat. He wipes the corner of his mouth clean after, "Maybe you will age. Maybe you will not. Or maybe you will die here. There is only one way to find the answer."
Blaze sternly says, "We need to get that key quickly."
John nods, "But not now. The sunlight is going to disappear soon. You're going to need to stay around this camp."
"Why is that?" Lucia asks.
John smirks, instead of answering her, he turns to Blaze. "Have you ever wondered why the village is able to survive for so long?"
"It is… weird. Guns and pitchforks should not work that well against the Wretched. And none of them have any power," Blaze says.
"You are about to know soon." John looks up at the sky and carefully examines it. "Time's up! Go into one of the tents! I'll see you two tomorrow!"
