Having spent a long time underground, Tuck finally set foot on the surface of Ramore once again.
The sky of Ramore seemed to be heavily smeared with dense black ink.
From the inky darkness, the enormous silhouette of the dark red ashen sun could vaguely be discerned.
Beyond that, the entire world was immersed in the waves of Dark Sun, ash, and dark tides.
The faint pollution had already begun to permeate the ecology of Ramore's Steam Towers.
"In the past, during the 'Grey Night period,' though it was colder, at least we could save on the horse lamp's lifespan when on the surface."
"That damned Dark Sun Church, now I can't even spare the horse lamp anymore."
Tuck muttered lowly.
Intending to put away the horse lamp upon reaching the surface, Tuck could only throw another highly concentrated Fire Oil Bullet inside it.
The orange flame once again intensified a great deal.
Pushing the darkness back four or five meters.
