C875 Demon Heart

The sun did not rise.

But the sky had already begun to glow.

In the Apocalypse Mountain Range, there was no one who dared to sleep soundly. In this place, even the air was suffused with a sense of danger.

But no matter what, day was a gift.

In the deep forest where there was no way to light a bonfire, when all was quiet, even the bravest of people would develop a sense of insecurity