Clinging to their large and small packages, everyone finally returned to Hagrid Manor after dark had completely fallen.
Having lived here for over a month, Lancelot, Bruto, and Kalalin had come to regard Hagrid Manor as their home. Seeing the silhouette of the three-story building once again, an involuntary sense of relaxation swept over them.
It might have been an illusion, but after not seeing it for a few days, the surroundings of Hagrid Manor seemed a bit more ghastly. The small building was brightly lit at this moment, making the darkness not seem so utterly still, likely due to some maid who only worked at night.
Alamir, highly sensitive to the presence of undead, had already furrowed his eyebrows, but after all, this was Abyss, and it was they, the breathers, who were the anomalies here.
