After the revelry, only loneliness remained. In the silently quiet Undying Club, Serey furtively emerged, dashed behind the bar, and poured himself a drink while casually grabbing something to eat to fill his stomach.
Recently, Serey had been deliberately hiding himself, even timing his meals to avoid others. He was fed up with the tumult of the world and only wished to enjoy a peaceful retirement.
"It's endless," Serey muttered lowly in complaint. "Sweep us into the shadows of history, why not just remain asleep?"
Serey was, of course, referring to the Night Race that had faded into obscurity for nearly a century, yet now in this era, they had returned.
"Has the seal of the Land of Eternal Night been lifted?"
Serey speculated, but he immediately thought, "Even if it's lifted, so what? After nearly a hundred years, how many are still alive?"
Narrowing his eyes, in a haze, Serey fantasized about what was happening within the Land of Eternal Night.
