The branches carbonized in the flames, turning into ashes, scattered and rose to mid-air. Under the night sky, the warm flames soaked into everyone's heart, and the bright orange light elongated each person's shadow. It seemed like an ancient ballad was hidden within the firelight, casting deep, ink-dark shadows intertwined in the depths of the Mangrove Forest.
The flickering flames reflected everyone's expressions—Gita habitually bit her lip, her brow furrowed slightly, Tianlan wore an expression of curiosity, Luo Yu was distracted, absorbed in his thoughts. The Elf girl was focused, occasionally turning her head to check the situation outside the Mangrove Forest.
Parker alone, clutching his boots, squinted his dark bean eyes, his head nodding off in pecking motions before suddenly jolting awake, looking around frantically.
