After Ethan and Shadow Elf had tidied up their room at the inn, they decided to rest.
After all, they had been on their journey for a long time.
Since a blizzard was imminent, they knew they had to take this time to rest properly.
Ethan had chosen to sleep early on the day they arrived at the inn, and by the late evening, he woke up.
As he opened his eyes, he gazed out of the window.
Outside, all he could see were distant black clouds and a few buildings in the town.
The buildings in the far-off part of the town were now barely visible.
The window rattled from the powerful gusts of wind, sending an eerie, unsettling sound that even Ethan, who had faced many crises and possessed great strength, found discomforting.
"You woke up so early? I thought humans needed a lot of time to rest," Shadow Elf's voice emerged from behind Ethan.
As the embodiment of the pure Power of Shadow, Shadow Elf naturally had no need for rest.
