The winter night was especially quiet. In the glow of the streetlights, large flurries of snow continued to fall, and a nearby dead branch, burdened by the snow, snapped and fell to the ground with a soft "thud."
Wen Wen followed behind Boyeve, holding vodka in his hand, occasionally taking a swig.
Although his constitution didn't require alcohol to stay warm, snowy days went better with vodka.
It was already midnight, yet the area around the Ritual Center was still brightly lit. Usually, at this time, you'd see sparse pedestrians on the road and some street vendors selling traditional Polar Bear snacks, but today there was nothing.
Because of the actions of Wen Wen and Boyeve tonight, everyone in the vicinity had to evacuate the area. It was much easier to let them leave in advance than to erase their memories and calm them afterward.
