Return to Surface... Trouble

Aster and the girls took a much-needed 12-hour break. It was a long rest, but given the relentless onslaught they had just endured, it was more than justified.

The first to stir was Octavia, the only one who hadn't tired from fighting hordes of monsters. Instead of sleeping, she spent hours in front of a mirror, grooming her hair and feathers until they were pristine. Each motion was precise, a testament to her obsession with perfection.

On her lap, Argus lay sprawled out, the rhythmic movements of her grooming lulling him into a deep, peaceful sleep.

"Oh, Aster, you're up already?" Octavia said, glancing over her shoulder. Her calm, melodic tone carried across the room.

Aster trudged into the living area, his posture slouched. His eyes were heavy, but he gave her a faint smile. "Ah… I haven't slept," he admitted. "I've been reorganizing our supplies. The last fight drained us—especially of potions."