The night was already deep, yet the wildly exciting "party" had just begun.
The wooden structure of the inn was now a raging bonfire, the sounds of hacking, roars, and screams becoming the main theme of this midnight gala.
"Boom!"
Yet another Fire-source Flower burst into flames in the night sky.
The beasts were hunting in the narrow streets, this area had become their territory.
Apart from the hunting area limited by its master, there were no taboos for the beast that night.
Higher in the sky, more sophisticated hunters became living gods of death. Countless tentacles suddenly dropped from the pitch-black night, securing the attackers in black clothes, then hanging them on the trees.
One by one, flowers of death gradually bloomed.
In a certain area amidst the trees, on a makeshift hammock, a young boy slept soundly.
The firelight, screams, and wind noises became his lullaby.
At last, when everything returned to calm, the clamor of the night also receded.
