Candles hardly did anything to combat such overwhelming darkness, anyway, so it was hardly worth the risk.
He laid on the futon on the ground while Yeong-Un took to another futon just a few feet beside him.
Quietly echoing through the halls were the steps of the other members of Gangcheori getting to their rooms, moving silently as to avoid attracting any prowlers of the Blind Night.
After shuffling through his skill tree while laying on his back, looking through his present skills and future ones to come, he swiped the personal visualizations of his System away and turned over, getting as comfortable as he could.
"--"
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Such terrifying, mighty stomps echoed from beyond the walls that felt as thin as paper in the hell-turned world, yet it was normal to their ears.
Stomp. Stomp. Stomp.
Each step sounded like a tremor, shaking the city's foundations itself as they all laid there quietly, doing their best to try to fall asleep.
Scratch. Scratch.
