After the fire was raised, a group of people with bows sat around it. They reached out their hands in unison and let out a comfortable sigh, as if they were extremely thirsty for the temperature.
this place is very cold at night. Usually, because the heat source can attract the human-faced spiders, they don't dare to light a fire.
The bow-wielding man probably noticed the expressions on the trial-goers 'faces, so he explained with a smile, "
"Most of the time, we were on the road. In order to escape from being hunted down, we rarely had time to rest, so everyone was very relaxed."
The anxious brows of the others sitting around the fire relaxed a little, as if they agreed with his words.
The wind whistled outside, sweeping up the fine sand on the ground. It passed through the dilapidated city, bringing with it a cold and gloomy feeling.
