Sylus's expression grew darker and darker, but there was nothing he could do. He could only return to the tent to check on Mira's condition.
Fortunately, there were no new wounds on Mira's body, but she remained unconscious, her face as pale as paper.
Sylus lowered his gaze toward her, eyes filled with sorrow. He gently brushed a strand of her hair aside and whispered, "Don't worry. Once we return to the Church, everything will be alright."
He adjusted her blanket before stepping out and heading back to his own tent.
Night grew heavier. In this fog-covered region, the darkness felt even colder, even more dangerous.
The Hunters took turns keeping watch, their shadows stretching across the ground in the flickering firelight.
At that moment, inside the dark tent, Mira's eyes suddenly snapped open.
Her eyes were pure white, glowing faintly with a silver sheen.
In an instant, her body flickered and shifted, transforming into the same battle form as before.
