The first thing Allen felt was the throbbing in the back of his neck. Like someone had jabbed him with a harpoon filled with caffeine and regret.
"Ughhh… what now…" he groaned, trying to move—only to find his arms bound behind him and his body lashed to a thick, moss-covered pole. Great. A pole. Always a pole.
He cracked one eye open and blinked against the faint, pulsing glow of underwater crystals embedded in the cavern walls. The place was damp, humid, and weirdly warm. Definitely not the turtle village. Definitely not a five-star spa, either.
And… where was Lunari?
"Lunari?" he rasped.
A familiar giggle echoed from nearby.
"Ehe\~ I found a shiny rock! It looks like a boob!"
Allen jerked his head toward the sound—and there she was.
