Gray lasted approximately twenty minutes before abandoning the preparations entirely.
By the time Scarlett and Elira finished discussing their initial hunting routes, he had already found a quiet patch of ground beside the stream, settled beneath a large tree, and begun cultivating.
The pure Mana surrounding him gathered slowly, forming a faint current that flowed toward his body.
His breathing settled into a steady rhythm, and the subtle pressure of his aura gradually disappeared as he focused entirely on refining his foundation.
He had even placed a small sign beside him.
DO NOT DISTURB.
CULTIVATING.
Scarlett stared at it, and then turned to look at Elira.
Elira stared at it too.
"Did he seriously make a sign?" Scarlett asked, her voice carrying a hint of disbelief.
Elira covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter.
