The Artist Who Paints Dungeon
Chapter 184
The dungeon no longer saw the rise of the sun.
“Will it stay like this?”
“That likely depends on what the Tree of Life decides.”
“Fair point.”
The hunters lingered near Honey, who had grown to about five meters tall.
“Wow, it’s warm...”
“Now that the heat’s gone, it’s suddenly cold.”
“He absorbed all that heat, and this is as warm as it gets? How’s that even possible?”
“Who cares if it makes sense? It’s warm, that’s enough.”
“True enough...”
Maybe because his body had grown heavier, Honey didn’t fly.
Thud.
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