Calamitas sat in her room, solemnly fidgeting with her fingers. After her battle with the terrarian, they had invited her to stay in their ‘base’. She hated the other villagers, but… anything was better than crawling back to the likes of Yharim.

She heard the door open, not turning around to see who it was.

“Yes? What is it now?”

She crossed her arms, agitatedly awaiting a response.