This was the fourth night since Saine had awakened.
As usual, the girl climbed onto the bed and nestled against Saine's side.
Inside the dilapidated wooden hut, there was only a creaking old bed and a moldy-smelling quilt.
Perhaps because she was leaning against Saine, the daughter soon fell asleep.
The nighttime sea breeze carried waves of chill as it blew in through the window.
Bright moonlight also emerged from behind the dark clouds, shining down upon the earth.
The entire world was silver.
This special Alien Plane, like the Wizard World, had only one sun and one moon.
However, the sun in this world was slightly smaller than that of the Wizard World, while its moon was exceptionally large.
Even miniature craters visible to the naked eye dotted the surface of that enormous moon hanging high in the sky.
Influenced by the moon, this world's tidal power was exceedingly abundant.
The small Fishing Village where he was staying was actually some distance from the coastline, at least half a day's walk away.
Yet the storm from several days ago had still left a deep impression.
From observing the humans in this Fishing Village over the past few days, Saine discovered that whenever they went out to fish, they would mutter prayers for the protection of Storm God Iso.
God of Storms... This seemed to be a world that had developed a faith system.
Saine's speculation about this world's true nature was soon interrupted by the person beside him.
A rustling sound, like serrated teeth grinding together, came from Saine's arms.
The little girl who had served and cared for Saine for several days seemed deeply dependent on him and regarded him as her closest family.
But now, a faint and elusive danger was emanating from her.
The white flower,