After a great battle, rest was unavoidable.
Everyone sat around the bonfire, tending to their injuries. Delu and Pei Li diligently cast Healing Magic, using gentle light to heal everyone.
The Holy Light Knight did not need Healing Magic. The holy light he believed in was enough to heal his wounds. Sitting by the bonfire, he still wore a stern expression as he stared at the flickering flames, lost in thought.
He did not explain how he had been resurrected, and no one could be bothered to ask.
Malu looked at the Holy Light Knight with displeasure and said to those beside her, "Isn't he going to say anything? We only ran into the enemy because of him."
"Malu, stop," Leon said, waving a hand.
What he meant was that there was no point reasoning with people whose minds had been consumed by religious fervor. Such people had their own logic, and arguing with them would only make you angry.
But Malu seemed to take his words as a call for tolerance. She pouted, leaned against Te Er beside her, and muttered, "Boss is way too nice."
"Huh? Oh," Te Er replied blankly.
Leon shrugged helplessly. Nice? He was the one who most wanted to beat the Holy Light Knight senseless.
The bonfire burned quietly, crackling from time to time. As the warm-colored firelight painted everyone in its glow, it also brought the warmth of the flames into their hearts. Simply sitting beside the bonfire slowly lifted their spirits.
The Initial Flame was fire, and a bonfire was also fire. Since the bonfire could play images from the ancient era, did that mean it too was a sacred object somehow connected to the ancient gods?
Had the heroic warriors of ancient times also sat around bonfires like this after great