There was the glow of the sunset.

Mulan’s Night wasn’t over yet as the twilight deepened.

Now there was only the third tradition left. It was the highlight of the Mulan training camp, the main event.

“From now on, the last tradition ‘Destroy the Ruins’ will start!”

Kunta’s shout exploded and the trainees roared.

He raised his hand to stop the cheers and then continued with a brief explanation, “Mulan has been haunted by wolves from generation to generation! The reason is that after crossing Mount Smir in the south, the Wolves’ Ruins will appear. Also...”

A long story followed.

Park Muyeol nodded as he listened to the explanation.

‘...It is boring. The bottom line is that we are going to invade the ruins.’

It was a very simple conclusion but it was a fact. He yawned at the lengthy explanation.

He was tired from the work beforehand.

Haeba whispered from next to him, “You can sleep a bit, I’ll listen.”

“Cough. You will?”

Park Muyeol’s head nodded and he started to doze off.

It was 30 minutes later that the explanation ended.

He was in dreamland when he felt someone shaking him.

The trainees around him were slowly moving.

“Cough, is it over?”

“Yes, Chairman-nim.” 

A light shimmered in front of him.

Park Muyeol shook his head with a slight dizziness and followed the group.

The place where we were heading was just south of Mount Smir. It was where he went to see the village chief the other day and was kicked out.

Mount...