The sky is about to brighten.
A sliver of dawn first cut through the darkness, pulling a warm white light across the horizon, dispelling a bit of the early autumn chill.
Then, the darkness on the water surface gradually receded, along with the unease lingering in the heart, considerably subdued by the morning light.
The second night after the outbreak in the Immortal Realm was finally safely passed.
Cheng Ye took off his helmet and rubbed his aching temples, inevitably feeling a weary exhaustion.
Though the night seemed calm, his nerves were tense all along, daring not to relax even a bit.
"Breakfast is here, how many bags do you want?"
Luokuke came from behind carrying a heavy box filled with specially packaged nutrient paste in black bags.
Sipping this stuff, falling asleep wouldn't be easy.
The two exchanged a glance without speaking but understood each other's intentions from the look in their eyes:
At night, it's the realm of the infection source and the infected body.
