"Do you remember anything at all?" Leandre asked as he walked over.

Behind the Waverlys' house, Felix sensed Leandre's approach, but he didn't show it. He quickly pretended to be startled. "Oh! It's you, Mr. Campbell."

Leandre smiled and took out a smoking pipe. "I used to look out in the village like this every night when I was young."

Felix turned back and sighed. "Although I haven't exactly experienced it, I keep feeling that there's something terrifying in the darkness…"

Leandre nodded. "That's for sure. Otherwise, how could so many people have died? Even the powerful fighters never return once they leave for Desolated Lands at night."

Felix had a feeling that Leandre might be hinting at something else, but he pretended not to notice and turned to look at the fire in the east. "Thank goodness, the flame is there to protect us! Otherwise, I'm afraid there'll be no one left alive here."

Turning to the flames, mixed emotions reflected in Leandre's eyes. "Yeah, Nine Flames are t