"'A few times'? You mean, this night not only has been stagnated, but also..."
"Ah, yes, yes. Just as you thought."
Facing the demon hunter's frowning inquiry, the old man lying on the ground calmly replied.
"From a day ago to tonight... it repeats again and again."
"We don't know what the power that toys with time wants, but we can be sure that if it doesn't get the result It wants, this night will have no end."
"How many people have realized this?"
"Not many... hehehe, not many. Most of them are hunters, but their numbers are decreasing each time, which is within common sense... Hunters are already exhausted from hunting, and now it's an endless night of hunting, hehehe..."
The red-robed old man was vague about who exactly was aware.
But Lann could be sure that the hunter wearing the feathered cloak was likely one of them.
Thinking of this, the demon hunter sighed.
