"I am feeling tired as heck. Wanna camp the night away?" Nameless asked, casting a sideways glance at Ray.
"I don't mind," Ray replied with a nod.
The Metal King Slime was the dominant force here, deterring other slimes of the nest from troubling them.
Unless threats from outside invaded, they wouldn't face trouble while resting in the Slime Nest.
Crackle!
A campfire sputtered to life, sending thin trails of smoke spiraling into the air, the flame's faint orange glow pressing back the dungeon's darkness in a small circle.
Ray and Nameless were surrounded by tall trees with green branches that blocked most of the sky.
The ground was covered in dry leaves and damp soil, soft enough to swallow footsteps.
Steady insect calls echoed from every side, and the smell of charred wood mixed with the heavy scent of earth and moss.
"After a day of hard work, the earth is my bed and the sky my blanket. How different this is from the life I once knew as Crown Prince. I miss home..."
