When Lucas opened his eyes again, he was touching the ground, his hand scraped against the rough surface, a surface that was well-furnished yet primitive at the same time.
"The basement…" Lucas muttered and opened his eyes, he looked at the soil on the ground all compressed to make the perfect ground. Even with better tools, it was a difficult task to get this perfection with soil.
Something only possible with the best of the tools. Lucas breathed in and felt a connection he had not felt for a long time.
It was as if he was inside his home, warm and safe. The shelter was connected to his very Mana, his mana left the body from the parts that were touching the ground. But it entered again as if the shelter was one entity and Lucas was part of it.
"Y-You're back"
Lucas heard the voice while he looked at the ground, he tried to make up whose it belonged to but no matter how he did, it was murky at best.
