The sun no longer rose in the Dungeon.
“Will it remain like this?”
“I believe that depends on what the Tree of Life thinks.”
“That is true.”
The Hunters lingered near Honey, who had grown to approximately five meters.
“Wow, he’s warm….”
“It’s cold now that the temperature dropped so suddenly.”
“He ate all that heat, and he’s only warm? Does that make any sense?”
“Who cares if it makes sense? He’s warm, and that’s enough.”
“You have a point….”
Perhaps because his body had grown heavy, Honey did not fly.
“Kkung.”
“We’ll release it when we get home.”
“Kkungkkungkkung….”
“If you exhale it here, we’ll be right back where we started.”
“Kkungkkungkkungkkungkkung….”
“Would you like a snack?”
“Kkururuk.”
Kang Seodam approached Gio, who had placed an entire sack of snacks in Honey’s mouth.
“Hunter Seo Gio.”
“Ah, Priest.”
“Thank you for assisting us.”
“It was something that had to be done.”
“Honey’s help was considerable as well….”
Kang Seodam seemed about to say more, but soon closed his mouth.
“……”
He continued a moment later.
“…It only feels this way because of the contrast with the original temperature. The present climate is exceedingly mild. Compared with Earth’s seasons, it could be considered spring.”
“Then it…
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