The main objective for coming to this island was complete, at least for Atlas. The rest of his subordinates had already broken off to begin their own hunting operations, so for now, Atlas decided to remain at their temporary post beneath the massive tree they had chosen as their rest zone.
The area had already been set up: lounge chairs, a table, and a temporary tent if he chose to rest properly. But for the moment, he simply sat at the base of the great tree, Lyrassa quietly settling beside him.
From the twenty monsters he, Lyrassa, and Zefyros had taken down, Atlas had gained only four levels. It was expected at this point. Still, he was inching ever closer to level 100, slowly but steadily. If his momentum held, he was getting close.
