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.
They now had the Warrior to help defend the dungeon — and Ximena, who didn't need to rest at all.
Ximena let her head rest against the wall.
'At least not physically…'
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 and into the following morning, Ximena sat at the maw of the dungeon, looking out into the serene landscape. She watched the sun slip behind the canyon's precipice, shadows spreading until the sky itself dimmed.
Her past two days had been hectic and completely life-altering.
'A refreshing change of pace.'
