Whether it was because of the accumulated fatigue and pressure from the hurried marching journey or just due to the many long-held worries that had been resolved, the Hero slept especially soundly this time.
Even when the Snow Women clumsily moved her back to the ice house and gently dressed her, none of these motions disturbed her slumber—
[Hero's deep sleep status: Maximum, proceeding with event determination]
[The progress of the remaining squads (5) of the Black Gate, progress: 65 (greater than 35 indicating success)]
D65=d65(4)=4
→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←
But even as the Hero had fallen into dreamland, the commotion on the Highland showed no signs of quieting down.
"Damn, these slippery bastards!"
The Foreign Soul Messenger spat angrily, her invisible Alien Soul pounding a fist against the solid wall behind her in frustration.
The Black Gate Sect Followers she had been chasing had vanished without a trace into the shadows right here.
