A silvery wave unexpectedly crept up the sand, sweeping away the seashell combs that Max had painstakingly arranged, scattering them everywhere.
Eric rested for a while, then got up and started to busily gather them, moving them further inland.
It would be a pity if another big wave came and washed them all away; after all, it was Max's hard work all night.
"Little beastman, why are you here?"
A clear voice, like a silver bell, came from somewhere.
Eric was hugging a pile of combs, struggling to drag them into a small forest, when he heard the voice. He froze, looking blankly in the direction of the sound.
Under a towering ancient tree, stood a woman of stunning beauty.
Her entire body glowed with tiny green specks of light, like thousands of summer fireflies.
She wore a long, emerald-green dress that flowed softly in the wind.
