Night had fallen.
The town was peaceful and quiet in the evening, with residents visible on the street returning from their merry drinks at the bar.
Roger stood by the window, his amber eyes sweeping across everything.
"No abnormalities."
"It seems that in ordinary cities, the proportion of non-human races is not as high as imagined."
He focused his attention, heard steady breathing coming from the next room, and with a silent thought, Roger's figure disappeared and reappeared at the Mist Hut.
He took a lantern out of the Storage Box, the pale flame burning quietly.
Roger took a deep breath, and a copious amount of energy spilled from it before he absorbed it into his body.
A few minutes later, he slowly opened his eyes.
The internal injuries left from the previous battle had completely vanished, and his overall condition had reached its peak.
Beyond that, Roger also noticed the changes brought about by the hidden white network within his body.
