The dust on the Holy Arena had just fallen, but it was already looking desolate and golden again. Except for the lights shining in a row of bungalows in the distance, the entire sanctuary was being swallowed up by the increasingly dense night.
The soldiers in training were also dining. The hard training day after day, all day long, has made them lose the energy they should have at this age.
However, in the memories of Saga and Aiolos, the nights in the sanctuary are not as lonely and peaceful as the arena after training.
Although I watched, the heavy low pressure on the dining table in the house and the dark night outside the window slowly swallowed up the time...
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