Sylven remained inside his home. His youthful face still carried traces of sadness and anger that had not faded even after several days had passed.
The memories he had witnessed during the Black Rage continued to linger vividly in his mind. He doubted he would ever truly forget them. Some memories were simply too heavy to disappear no matter how much time passed.
Because of that, Sylven tried to occupy himself with his usual daily routines. He prepared his own meals, cleaned every corner of his house, and spent his days maintaining the simple life he had always lived.
But this time he did everything even more thoroughly than usual. It was less about maintaining his home and more about distracting himself from his thoughts.
At this moment, Sylven stood quietly in front of his house while gazing at the scenery stretching before him.
