Chapitre 130: A Gift-Made

"Ah, that is… certainly true, Elias." I voiced, feeling a cold sensation seep down my chest as I realized that fact. Albeit we seem like we're happily shopping together and watching around stalls, we're only doing it because we don't want to die.

Because this is that kind of world, and we're living in that kind of time. Where one dies and no one bats an eye.

Where a life is so meaningless, it can be compared with a flickering candle flame. With a slight breath, it disappears.

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As the sun cast its final light over the Alerian horizon, marking the day's end, our group sought refuge in an inn, we decided to find an inn where we could rest and rejuvenate. Everyone was tired from all that moving around and questioning the whole evening.