The atmosphere was lighthearted, and the streets of Gargo Village were merry. Lights illuminated the streets, and the story-sharing event around the bonfire had finally come to an end.
The Elders returned to their residences, while the residents and tourists continued their night, drinking and partying continuously. The times were relatively peaceful. The First Floor was truly the best.
"Look, mom! The mountain is covered in black goo!"
A particular child pointed to a certain mountain in the distance. It was true. The entirety of the mountain was encompassed in what could only be described by those words. The sky seemed to reflect the darkness.
Due to the lack of illumination, the particular mountain seemed invisible under the night sky, increasing the majesticity of the other mountains.
The mother glanced at the mountain, causing a frown to unfold on her face.
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