The Celestial Suite was a haven of lavish comfort, quietly suspended above the grit and desperation of the resting platform.
The grand feast had ended. Kendi, the Treasure Aardvark, lay curled on a luxurious rug, likely worth more than a small spaceship, snoring softly, his odd face relaxed in steak-induced bliss.
Nyx, the SS-Grade Ice and Fire Draconic Wolf, lay sprawled across a velvet armchair, her two massive heads resting on her paws, eyes of soulfire and frostfire closed in peaceful sleep.
For the first time in a long while, Daniel's small, monstrously powerful family was at peace.
But Daniel himself was not at rest. He sat cross-legged on the floor in the center of the vast living area, his mind sharp and focused.
The time for celebration was over. The time for cultivation had come.
He reached into his S-Grade [Elementary Storage Ring] and carefully retrieved the prize he had risked so much for in the dark, unstable tunnels of the Western Mine.
