748. Dawn_1

Night Country.

Dawn.

The blood moon dissipated, and the tranquil night once again enveloped the land. The flickering spirit torches gradually extinguished, like the peaceful snuffing out of countless household lamps.

Within the fortress lit by candles, players sat on the ground, completely exhausted.

Though the swarm couldn't approach within a thousand miles of Gray Tower under the radiance of the spirit torches, the mental tension had left their bodies especially fatigued. Moreover, the players had organized several exploratory squads to search for the boundaries of the spirit torches' light to aid any possible Night Country residents and guards under attack.

Despite the fact that only one day had passed in real time, most players had logged off to recharge, eat, and even sleep a little, for them, it felt like having worked an all-nighter, but the mental strain was enough to make them feel multiple times more fatigued.