Tapping into the practical side of their predicament, Gaya suggested.
"Given we're in what's supposedly the wealthiest kingdom in all the realms of gods, there's gotta be some runemaster around here who could help us out with this dragon globe."
Michael, though keen on the idea, expressed a more immediate need. "Sounds like a plan, but damn, I really want to catch some sleep first."
With that, Michael made his way to the bed, not bothering to undress, and promptly closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. Gaya, following suit, nestled beside him, and soon, both were lost to the world in a deep, restorative slumber.
After what felt like an age, the vibrant life of the golden city of Aurumvale beckoned again as night fell over the realm. The city, bathed in the glow of the night sky, sparkled with an ethereal light. Michael, waking from their long rest, walked over to the window, drawn by the mesmerizing view outside.
