The Most Dangerous Thing in the Dungeon

Time flowed like a gentle stream, and the night passed in the blink of an eye. After a deep, restful sleep, Arias awoke feeling refreshed. He glanced to his side and carefully rose, taking care to move as quietly as possible so as not to disturb Olivia, who was still soundly asleep.

Stepping outside the tent, he stretched a little to shake off the remnants of sleep. ‘It seems Farcia hasn't woken up yet either,’ Arias thought, noticing the stillness around Farcia's tent, which was not far from his own. A small smile played on his lips as he decided to leave them both to rest and began walking away quietly.

After walking about a hundred meters, Arias began looking for a suitable place to sit. Scanning his surroundings, his eyes fell on a large boulder, and he made his way over, sitting down cross-legged.