Moonlight slipped through the clouds, painting the realm of Yeol in a faint azure glow as you traversed down the mountains. Celestial stardust danced around you as you’d settled beneath a hidden cavern, perched near the cliff's edge for the night.

Biseol, diligent as ever had already prepared your resting place despite your protests, and gathered firewood for supper. “Master, while foraging, I discovered a hot spring past the bamboo grove,” he murmured, stirring the broth.