Lee Shin-Woo and his companions exited a short tunnel of light and arrived at the surface.

"Oh..."

He looked up at the starry night sky as well as the three gently shining moons. Dumbfounded, he let out an uncharacteristic exclamation. Each moon was radiating a pale, golden light.

"Wow..."

Jin looked around, and an equally stupid exclamation escaped his mouth. It was only natural. It'd been about a year since Jin and Lee Shin-Woo were transported to the Underground Empire, and they had never had the opportunity to look at the sky ever since. They couldn't help but reminisce about past times as they looked at the boundless dome.

"Shin-Woo. Can’t we stay and live peacefully here?"

Seemingly drunk on the sky’s relaxing mana, Jin suddenly said something stupid. Although Lee Shin-Woo understood where Jin was coming from, he retorted cool-headedly, "If we do nothing, the curse will eventually reach the surface, and it'll fall to ruin. Besides, we can’t rely on our seniors to do something about the curse."

"...Yeah, that's true."

"But since we're here, let's rest in a peaceful spot without any of the undead."

"Really!?"

Peaceful, relax, rest. Just a few hours ago, those words...