Because of the Gray Moon, the Inner Gate World would have no distinction between "day and night" during this period. But when "nightfall" arrived by the clock, Kallen still arranged rotating watches and had everyone rest.
As captain, Kallen took the first watch. He sat alone on a rock, the Sword of Arius standing beside him.
What a pity. If Mr. Bede and Piaget had come here, the environment would surely have excited them and stirred a tremendous urge to create.
To him, however, once the initial novelty had passed, this world was already beginning to grow dull and tedious.
It was rather like his tastes. He seemed willing to try anything, but the specific imprint had long since been fixed and could not be changed at all.
Perhaps, deep down, he still lacked that most common quality among artists: romanticism.
He picked up a bamboo shoot and took a bite. Sweet juice flowed through his mouth, and the intake of sugar brought pleasure to both body and mind.
Kallen leaned back a little and turned to look at the village below. The village had fallen quiet, and the area beyond it was desolate as well.
Just then, Kallen detected a peculiar aura. It came from beneath the ground ahead and was rapidly approaching him!
Kallen did not move. Even his breathing remained unchanged. He merely rested his fingers silently on the sword's hilt.
One thing had to be made clear: he finally no longer had to hold himself back as he had during the Final Selection and classes at the Training Base. Once the gate closed, he had absolute freedom in this regard within the world inside it.
The aura came within fifty meters of him.
Kallen calculated his chances of success if he struck. Since the other party