The lightning flickered amidst the rolling clouds, and the wild Abyss Plane remained as dark as ever.
Orange flames burned continuously in the stone basin, crackling loudly.
Cyber sat nearby, a smile on his lips, gazing foolishly at the flames.
Gando glanced at the foolishly grinning Holy Son with a peculiar expression, waving his pustule-covered hand in front of him, but there was no reaction.
Shaking his head slightly, he took out his water pouch, opened the lid, sniffed it happily, licked his lips, and then carefully closed it again.
"Why so careful? We'll reach Sorrow Cliff tomorrow, and when we return, you can drink to your heart's content!"
A playful scolding voice came from behind, and Gando's expression turned awkward.
He turned his head, glanced at the now-normal Cyber, clicked his tongue, and said:
"What do you know? This is the last sip, I have to save it for the climb tomorrow! Drinking floral tea gives me the energy to return home!"
