With a golden slime perched comfortably atop his head and his body lazily reclining on a sunbathing chair, Skyler was currently experiencing what he considered the perfect holiday.
He folded his hands behind his head and stared at the artificial sky created inside the dungeon.
The illusionary clouds drifted slowly overhead.
'...Those fake clouds look like gold coins.'
The thought alone made him smile.
'If only they were real...'
He imagined them raining down from the sky before mentally calculating how much interest he could earn if he lend them wisely.
Unfortunately, reality was cruel.
The clouds remained clouds.
Nearby, the others were equally occupied with their own activities.
Sénior had somehow managed to dig out a large section of earth.
Rather than playing with it like an ordinary child.
He was constructing enormous earthen totems.
Each carving was surprisingly detailed, filled with ancient Barbarian patterns and symbols.
