Silence was the most fitting description of the nighttime camp, in an environment almost devoid of any form of life, silence was the only melody. There was no campfire lit in the camp, in the scorching north, especially in the scorching Forest of Death, there was no need for fire to warm the body, and in the terrifying Forbidden Land of Living Souls, there was no need for fire to fend off wild beasts and mosquitoes, so there were no sounds of flames crackling as they burned. In this world so quiet it could drive one mad, the sounds one could hear were those of the rocks splitting inside, the sound of gravel rolling with the wind, even the sound of dust rising into the air and then silently hitting the ground; of course, one could faintly hear the even breathing of the girls, their murmurs in sleep, and the deep snoring of a lion in deep slumber.