Isabel pulled out tents from her space-ring, building a small encampment. It was honestly shocking how much she carried around, but Liam had better things to do than ponder the size of her storage item.
Lancelot settled in the open to meditate. His Qi reserves might be immense, but his last spell had made full use of his innate advantage. Without elixirs, he needed a bit to refill them completely.
Julian also stayed in the open, surrounded by the automatons' remains, alternating meditation with absorbed inspection of the inscriptions on the white metal.
Meanwhile, after gathering the white arrows, Liam settled on the elevated area with Robert. Five flowers had appeared there, too, probably allowing the exit from the inheritance, but the two rooting experts never once looked in their direction, focused on sharing their reward.
