Everyone decided that it would be best to stay for the night. To do this, they would require firewood. Phil went towards a dead, dry tree which was about the size of him. he summoned an axe of pure light in his hands and, after a few critical swings, the tree fell. He then cut it into segments and then into viable and vulnerable pieces of fire wood. He carried what he could into the cave and on the fire pit. Cora then asked "Um... Does anyone here know how to start a fire?" which Will responded with "Light is a form of heat right?" as he turned to Phil "Could it ignite the dry wood?". Phil said hesitantly "I never really looked into the science of my powers... Maybe" and crouched in front of the fire place. Phil focused all the light he could in his hand and touched the piece of wood. He intensified the light from his hand into the wood, hoping the heat alone would light it. "Ah... Fuck!" Phil shouted as the piece of wood light up and burnt Phil's palm. He focused on his hand as he clenched it while sending a smoother light to heal the skin. Phil was just thinking how shit their situation was. Today, about two thirds of their group where missing, their haven was destroyed and the overall moral of the remaining was down, especially Cora. Phil lived in the main city, he was used to death and poverty. But was Cora? How about Will for that matter? what was he thinking? He collapsed onto the log seats Will set up next to the fire. It wasn't until now he realised how hungry he was, but he thought it would be best to talk about what to do next than ask for food. Phil left thought and asked the two Hygrons "So what do we do now? any ideas?"