After the intense battle against the Hobgoblin and the blood-soaked group of Goblin Elites, the three sisters decided to rest briefly in the room they had just cleared. The stone floor, which had been flooded with thick green blood, now only bore faint stains that dried quickly thanks to Stacia's wind magic. The air in the room was still damp and heavy, but at least the stench had decreased dramatically.
Sylvia sat leaning against the cold stone wall, her legs stretched out casually. The golden kitten Sol curled up comfortably on her lap, its small body warm and its soft golden fur rising and falling with its breathing rhythm. Stacia stretched her body with a satisfied "Ahh~", her tense muscles relaxing after the fight. Meanwhile, Alicia carefully inspected her wooden magic staff, her fingers tracing the faintly glowing rune engravings.
