The divine domain had grown peaceful—at least by this group's standards.
It was always peaceful when no one was doing anything.
The group was sitting around a conjured campfire (that had no actual fire), thanks to Clara, who had used her newly awakened sound element to replicate the soothing crackling noise.
Nibbles wore a tiny straw hat and sat on a pebble like an ancient forest hermit, occasionally raising a sign like "WISE RODENT IS LISTENING."
Clara lay back in the grass, humming softly. "Kinda cozy, isn't it?"
Siris nodded, resting against Raven's shoulder. "Not bad. If I ignore the fact that this is a temporary divine dimension made by a yandere goddess who charges rent per breath."
Arietta sipped glowing tea, deadpan. "Rent is now per heartbeat. Blame the explosion tax."
Selena rolled her eyes. "You're just mad Graye dented the floating island."
"Twice!" Graye said proudly, flexing. "I gave that boulder the ol' rock-bottom."
