By the time Evan woke, the afternoon sun had already climbed high, its light dimmed behind a veil of clouds. One glance at the system clock and he was reminded of just how absurd the day had been.
Entering the volcano dungeon.
Nearly getting killed by a horde of Devils for reasons still unclear.
Blasted through space again.
Surviving a spatial storm.
Crash-landing into a mountain.
All that chaos, and it hadn't even been 10 a.m. when he'd finally passed out.
Now it was around 2 p.m. He'd only slept for four hours.
As soon as he woke, Evan expanded his Detection Field to its maximum range, encompassing the entire mountain range.
Upon detecting no signs of life, he sighed and opened his inventory, pulling out a few ingredients to whip up a simple meal.
He didn't even bother washing the dried blood on his hands as he gobbled the food down, exhaling a satisfied sigh when he finished.
