Pitch-black darkness shrouded the sky above the Sinkhole.
The Cave behind the City Wall was brightly lit.
One bright, one dark.
The Rocking Chair swayed slowly, its creaking like a lullaby. Chen Fan, who had been under immense pressure ever since arriving in this world, listened to Zhou Mo and the others chatting and laughing in the Camp and gradually relaxed.
The night breeze brushed his face.
The cool promise of Rain soothed his restless heart.
Even Chen Fan, lying in the Rocking Chair, unwittingly drifted into sleep. His chest rose and fell gently with his breathing as his body greedily savored this moment of peace and ease.
Seeing this, everyone in the Camp's Cave instinctively lowered their voices.
They looked toward Chen Fan, lying in the Rocking Chair atop the City Wall.
The light from the Eerie Fire traced a soft halo around his profile.
At the sight...
Zhou Mo unconsciously stopped turning the Roast Meat he was roasting. He straightened and gazed over in a daze. It was as though the Station Master, with nothing but himself and a chair, had cleaved the eternal night in two. Behind the Rocking Chair lay the Camp he had built with his own hands; before it lay the eternal night that devoured everything.
It was as if...
The man sleeping in that Rocking Chair was the Camp's true wall.
Keeping the darkness outside.
Northbank City.
"Tonight is the twelfth night since the Rain season began."
The Wild Wolf Gang Leader stood atop the city wall, staring into the darkness outside with a complicated expression, silent for a long time. Several days had passed since the last assault of the meatworm wraith tide. In the end, Northbank City had weathered the disaster.
But...
The losses had been devastating.
The Wild Wolf