It was broad daylight, with the sun staking its claim in the sky.
Compared to last night’s fire, the campfire now was tiny, just a small flickering flame.
Rohan felt the gentle warmth reaching out toward him and glanced down.
"Hnnng…"
Ichinose was fast asleep—so deeply that she wouldn’t have noticed if someone carried her away.
Despite her overwhelming strength, her breathing was soft and steady, as if she were peacefully exploring the world of dreams.
'Should I just burn this last piece?'
