The rest of the day had been one of rest and recuperation, and thankfully, no rogue beasts or corrupted creatures had attacked the dungeon while they were out.
Of course, they now had the Warrior to help them defend, as well as Ximena, who didn't need to rest at all, they were safe…
Well, Ximena didn't need to rest physically, but she had yet to recover from the emotional scar left by the sight of her nemesis and the only man the world allowed her to touch, being ravaged by that foul wench.
For the entire rest of the night into the following morning, Ximena sat at the maw of the dungeon, looking out into the serene landscape. Watching as the sun hid behind the precipice of the canyon, darkening the area and eventually extending that darkness to the sky.
Her past two days had been hectic and completely life-altering… this change of pace was refreshing.
