Gradually, the young man began to look forward to the appearance of this beam of light.
The accompanying days, Li's sly smile when teaching him to distinguish edible mushrooms, the warmth of leaning on his shoulder while dozing off during night watch, the tacit understanding when fighting back to back... These fragments of warmth, like sparks of a fire, slowly melted the ice-bound heart of the young man.
One morning, when Li hummed a song to weave a wreath, the young man found himself unexpectedly smiling.
This discovery flustered the young man, yet he was irresistibly drawn to this unfamiliar feeling.
The young man began to have expectations.
Expectations for the sunrise tomorrow, for the next habitat, for every moment spent with Li.
Overlord Sword silently observed all of this, always waiting for an opportunity.
As a Divine Artifact that controls the host's emotions, it clearly understood what true despair was.
