At dawn, Eagle Cape Village had returned to normal.
The sun rose as usual, and the lush green forest exuded a natural fragrance. The streets bustled with people and carried the scent of damp earth, while everyone chatted and laughed as they always did, repeating the same daily routine.
It was as if the anomaly at dusk last night had been nothing more than an illusion.
Hai Na led the griffin by the reins, with Sherlock and Iver walking beside her along the forest path.
She finally got the griffin she had dreamed of, yet she refuses to ride it. Instead, she carefully leads it along. One couldn't help wondering what she had raised the griffin for.
If Liz the griffin hadn't taken the initiative to carry the luggage herself, Hai Na would have even had to carry Iver's luggage.
"What did you do last night?"
Hai Na looked suspiciously at Lily, then at Iver.
Perhaps it was only her imagination, but she felt that Iver's face had grown somewhat pale, while Lily radiated vigorous vitality.
She had a certain speculation that was rather inconvenient to voice.
But considering that the werewolf had apparently been with Iver and the others last night, she felt her speculation was probably too outrageous.
"We stayed up all night, that's all."
Iver answered calmly, "We're all Third Level superhumans. Not sleeping for a few days isn't a problem."
"It also depends on the specific Path."
Young Sherlock added, "I still get headaches if I stay up too long. Though perhaps priests don't have that problem."
They were currently seeing Iver and Lily off from Eagle Cape Village.
Yes, they were only seeing Iver and Lily off.
Sherlock planned to stay another month—he intended to commission Hai Na's father, the Magnetic Hammer Master, to custom-make