The fire burned brightly, granting them warmth and safety.
None of them knew whether it had truly connected to the Mother Flame, since the city still prevented them from using the teleportation linked to bonfires.
Yet the warmth was real.
And it granted them a sense of comfort they had rarely experienced within the gloomy city.
Among them—
Jackson's eyes never left the burning sword.
A distant look lingered within his gaze as complicated emotions swirled deep inside him.
Longing.
Sorrow.
Anger.
Regret.
After spending so many years imprisoned here.
Soon afterward—
The first day came to an end.
Then the second began.
And the large-scale hunt continued.
Together, they advanced deeper and fought another battle within one of the distant outskirts regions.
The monsters there were just as weak as the previous area, making victory achievable.
But the task itself remained far from easy.
Because the monsters were simply too numerous.
