The blizzard befell Final Island during sunset as promised.
Fuu!
Kieran let out a long breath and opened his eyes. His brows were slightly furrowed.
"How was it? Not very successful?" Schmidt who was beside the fire grilling the bread asked.
He had a general idea about what Kieran was doing, after all he had seen Nikorei doing the same as well.
"Hmmm. It's even harder than I thought."
Kieran didn't conceal anything by nodding and took the bread that Schmidt passed him.
It was the third day since they returned to Final Island.
Compared to the third day of their first arrival, he easily saved up around 90,000 Points but this time around, he had nothing.
Final Island was still affecting his desires to a certain extent but every time he confronted his own desire, it bore no fruit at all. [Knights of Dawn Body Tempering Art] was not reacting to anything.
