Chi-Woo let out a deep sigh and opened his eyes. The day was dark. Caught in the chaos, he had lost track of time, and it seemed a long time had passed since then. Narsha Haram was still standing resolutely in its spot. A faint light from the bonfire fluctuated around the tower and revealed the camping site near it. It seemed the others had decided to sleep for the night and enter the tower tomorrow when he showed no signs of waking up.

‘The captain of the team must be feeling impatient.’ Chi-Woo bitterly smiled. The breathing exercise his brother taught him was truly good, but it took him way too long to gather his exorcism mana again; it was only understandable. After all, it required him to breathe out the old while breathing in the new, and it didn’t stop until he released all the impurities inside him.

But thanks to everyone having waited for him, Chi-Woo estimated he’d recovered his exorcism mana to 70%. Then he felt somebody else’s gaze upon him. He looked to where the bonfire was and saw something flicker around the firelight. It was Bogle.

“Huh, you’re up?” It seemed Bogle was on guard duty and protecting the bonfire alone.

“I’m sorry,” Chi-Woo said while getting up. “We wasted a day because of me.”

“No! What do you mean waste!” Bogle waved his hand frantically. “Well, Captain might’ve been feeling a bit impatient…but I was glad about it. Honestly, we couldn’t actually rest because of how focused we’ve been on marching. I think it’s better that we recover properly...