Nathan sat on a log, his breath finally steady after the hard labor of chopping down all the required Kralven logs.
Sweat trickled from his temples to his chin—thanks to the sunlight and the warmth of All-Mighty Colossal Pussy aroma.
He looked around. The wooden pieces were scattered neatly, as if this forest had just been taken over by a greedy businessman with zero concern for the local primitive society.
Even though the wood pieces varied in shape, everything had gone smoothly—like an overpowered anime plot fresh out of the oven.
Finally done, he muttered softly, as if the trees could hear him. But truthfully, what he felt wasn't relief—but a strange emptiness. The kind of void that always invited strange thoughts to creep in.
In the distance, forest birds chirped softly. Validia was still squatting behind him, doing who-knows-what. But the silence felt like an after-sex moment—without the sex. Just labor, wood, and stillness.
