"It's okay."
David raised his hand, looking at the spreading gray spots, "These pains... these changes... are all meaningful."
He suddenly clenched his fist, with fine runes emerging on the bone armor, "I can feel it, this body is adapting to the chaos energy."
The night grew deeper, but the atmosphere in the camp became increasingly tense.
Everyone knew that a greater crisis lay hidden beneath the temporary peace.
Beneath the ice layer of the Holy Land of the Star Pupil Race, the entity referred to as the "dimension parasite embryo" was silently growing, waiting for the moment to break free.
When the last ray of moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, the ice plains of the Far North plunged into complete darkness.
Only the campfire in the camp was still stubbornly burning, like a faint beacon of hope, flickering defiantly in the endless darkness.
