Nothing happened.

When Elise slammed the wooden door shut, nothing happened except that the dust in the room had been shaken off a lot.

"Squeak—"

"Bang."

Elise pushed the door open again and gently closed it.

But this time, it still didn't work.

Nothing happened.

"What the hell was I expecting?" Elise leaned against the doorframe, her eyes glazed over.

Although she had gone to great lengths to get to this place, what was she looking for?

Looking at the empty scene in front of her, Elise was confused.

"What exactly do I want?" Elise asked herself, but didn't answer herself.

Because even she doesn't know.

The sunlight outside the window is just right, sprinkled on the top of the Long Night Monument, as if it is plated with a layer of gold.

Elise's gaze was also unconsciously drawn to the gold.

She stared at the Monument of the Long Night, as if she were at the Edge of the Night, which had awakened on it.

So she pushed open the door again, activated the thrusters, and flew to the top of the monument of the long night.

The sun shone on her solo wind and moon, reflecting the brilliance of metal.

She maintained this position, turned off the thrusters, and slowly sat down at the top of the Long Night Monument.

One of the things Xie Yan does most often in the soul space on weekdays is meditation.

Elise once thought about learning this from Xie Yan, but in the end she couldn't stick to it.

But when she saw the top of the stele, she somehow had the idea of meditating in her heart.

Thinking like this, her heart gradually calmed down.

She no longer questioned what she was expecting, what she wanted.

Her mind entered a complete calm.

She sat at the top of the monument and meditated like Xie Yan.

……

Time tends to pass quickly when it comes to concentration.

This is especially true in a secret room that is cut off from all natural information from the outside world.

Because in such an environment, people have no concept of changes in the outside world, so they are more numb to the passage of time.

"It's half past six." The Misty Believer spoke.

"You mean, it's evening now?" Autumn Frost Moon looked up from the fluorescence of the computer screen, a little unable to believe what the misty believer was saying.

"At least...... That's what the system time in the bottom right corner of the computer tells me. The Misty Believer said, glancing at the bottom right corner of his screen.

"Damn, doesn't that mean we don't have much time left?" Qiu Shuangyue's tone was a little excited.

"Not necessarily."

But the sound of the bright candle and the snow was unexpectedly calm.

"Why do you say that?" The Misty believers were also a little surprised.

"Because we've been bored with road escapes and cracking documents on the edge of the night, we don't seem to have much extra energy to pay attention to outside information, but I think it's not good after all, so I investigated it a little." Bright Candle said with snow.

"What did you investigate?" The Misty Believer asked.

"The outcome of the Jinse Festival has changed." Ming Candle shrugged his shoulders, "Hikotsuki Hokusai didn't play, so he didn't die. ”

"Wait." The Misty Believer frowned, "I made a guess before that guy's plan could be completed ahead of schedule, I think it's because Hikotsuki Hokusai's death provided her with the last bit of energy, but now that Hikotsuki Hokusai is not dead, ......"

"Don't say that Hikotsuki Hokusai is not dead, he didn't even play." "The one who took his place was Elise. ”

"Elise! Sure enough. The Misty Believer clapped his hands as if he had guessed such a thing, "She herself knows what she is going to do, after all, as someone who can be exempt from all this, she has such wisdom. ”

"So...... Let me take a look at it directly. The Misty Believer froze, "I was busy decrypting it just now, and I didn't care about the outside world. ”

However, when he had observed everything that had just happened, his face became extremely stunned.

"Elise killed the young god White Night?"

Not only did she kill the young god White Night, but she even broke through the heart wall of the young god White Night and found the location of the edge of the long night...... It's just that it's just out of reach. Bright Candle sighed, "Like you said before, that's something that only Elise can do. ”

"What we are looking for is the edge of the long night in reality, and what she is responsible for looking for is the edge of the long night in the virtual." The Misty Believer's expression changed from stunned to smiling.

"Although the line between reality and fiction has long been blurred now, it is not easy to say for the edge of the long night." Bright Candle shook her head, then turned her gaze back to the computer screen.

"Anyway, back to the beginning." Autumn Frost re-interjected the conversation, "You mean that since Hikotsuki Hokusai is not dead, then the rest of our time is relatively relaxed, right?" ”

"I can only say that there is this hypothesis." Bright Candle Snow replied as she stared at the screen, "But don't believe it all. ”

"Or do you want to take a break?" The Misty Believer asked, "Although the situation is very tense right now, I will not object to you if you want to do so. ”

"Cut." Qiu Shuangyue also returned to her work, "The question sentence itself is an objection, let's talk about it." ”

He scrolled through the log sheets.

"If you don't have a rest, where do I have the right to rest?"

……

The Marshdwellers are generally short in height.

How short is it?

Let's take an example.

At that time, when the edge of the long night was born on this long night monument, it was sitting.

However, due to the height limit and the fact that the Monument of the Long Night was too high, none of the Swamp dwellers saw the player sitting on the Monument of the Night.

"Home!"

"Woo woo woo woo woo!"

"Gopa, Gopa, Gopa!"

Therefore, when dusk fell, and the group of swamp dwellers returned to the Long Night Tribe along the same path as before, they also did not see Elise sitting on the Long Night Monument.

It's like the day the edge of the night came into this world.

So, for the Swamp people, nothing happened in this tribe.

They gathered around the campfire as usual, and began the cycle that they would play out every night.

As described in the memories of the long night on the edge.

[The warm bonfire is lit, and the swamp dwellers sit around in front of the fire, each doing what they like, the children listen to the story, and the adults tell the story, but I am a little more curious about what kind of story they will tell. 】

But what kind of story they are telling is still unknown.