Seven days.
That's all I've got before the world burns again.
Honestly, that number sounds generous until you realize how fast a week disappears when you're constantly bleeding, crafting, or arguing with idiots who think they know better.
I didn't even sit down when we got back. I just dumped my entire haul on the ground like some crazed hoarder on caffeine. Herbs, ores, monster cores, random glowing junk, I didn't even remember killing half the monsters that dropped them.
"All right, boys," I said, crouching beside the pile. "Take what you need. Stamina herbs, mana potion roots, healing stuff. Don't even ask, just grab. We're turning this into a damn survival kit."
Kael smirked. "You've finally accepted responsibility, Eunji. I'm proud."
"I know, right? Disgusting." I shoved a bundle of glowing herbs into his hands. "Now go be useful before I relapse into chaos."
