In the night, Igor was lost in thought, his mind a bit cluttered and unruly.
He was no longer sure whether what he had persisted in before was right or wrong. Having come this far, he felt he didn't have much clarity.
Though his beliefs hadn't wavered, the path he took was somewhat different.
What is the most important thing for an Adventurer? Is it truly courage?
So, is he considered courageous or not?
This answer eluded him, he could only stare dazedly at the increasingly dark sky in the distance.
But the sky didn't change under his gaze; only with his prolonged observation, the sky became slightly clearer in the darkness.
The vastness of the sky made Igor instinctively feel his own insignificance. He chose the path of an Adventurer without regret, and now, facing a bottleneck, he couldn't give up. The vast sky is there for him to explore, endless unknowns await his discovery.
Everyone around him had fallen asleep, yet he felt no inclination to sleep.
