Translator: Aran

  Dawn.

  One night of time passed by very quickly.

  Although the small world of the sword pit still maintained an eerie dark redness, outside of the sword pit, the sky above Light City was already as bright as daytime. The rays of the sunlight, like clusters of thousands of golden arrows, were piercing out from the clouds.

  In the depths of the fire tree woods.

  Only one night had passed, but the fire tree woods had accumulated a thick layer of..