Silver moonlight poured across the land, its pale glow blanketing the surroundings in a quiet radiance that softened the darkness of the night.
A cold breeze drifted through the air, sharp against the skin as it rustled the leaves and carried the faint scent of the forest through the stillness.
The once-blazing bonfire had long since died out, while the lanterns hanging above had already faded into darkness.
With the area now silent, the soft whistling of crickets echoed clearly through the night.
Amid the dim surroundings, two figures walked side by side, their gazes drifting toward the people slumped unconscious across the long tables.
Those sleeping figures were none other than the caravan of the Midas Merchant Organization.
They appeared to be in such a deep sleep that loud snoring could even be heard from Killian's group.
The two figures kept walking, as if they were inspecting goods instead of looking at people.
