C80 The Silent Sheep!

The night on the grasslands was incomparable to any other continent; the crisp moonlight shone more brilliantly than the stars elsewhere.

Zopyrus took a hearty swig of wine and reclined leisurely among the green blades. The fresh air, the luminous moonlight, and the cool breeze combined to create an idyllic setting.

In his tipsy haze, Zopyrus drifted off to sleep.

It felt like a dream