Late at night.
On a desolate plain at the World Scar.
A stove that shouldn't have appeared here had appeared on the wasteland, its blazing flames driving away the cold of the plain with light and heat.
Beside the stove stood a camp built from steel frames, wood, and canvas.
Traces of daily life could be seen in the camp; clearly this camp had already been set up here for quite some time.
Right by the stove, Chadite was sitting on a small stool, and in front of her was a long easel. A thick sheet of paper, like parchment, was clipped to the easel.
There was already a rough outline on it; from this outline one could judge that the map about to be drawn on it was of the area They had been exploring over the past half month.
"Hum~ mm..."
A humming voice came from the side, and the owner of that voice was obviously in a good mood.
Ulu Liwus was walking back and forth barefoot by the stove.
