Monster Paradise welcomed them back with open skies and the low, familiar hum of a world that had missed its master.
The first full day back was spent doing nothing at all, by John's direct order. Terravax soaked in a restorative pool Selenroot maintained near the Forging Island's edge, his cracked shell already knitting itself back together under layered healing. Emberlune slept nearly eighteen hours straight, curled in a sunbeam with all nine tails wrapped around herself. Azelis flexed her regrown arm now and then, testing it, though the flesh had settled fully and the only thing left of the wound was the memory.
By the second day, John couldn't sit still anymore.
