Midas stood quietly, hands in his pockets, watching the large creature devour the last of the Seven Statues. It had been a bit of time since he left, and it was now time to move to the other end. But this guy was still chewing on the stuff. So annoying.
The Behemoth was chewing deliberately, each crunch reverberating through the ground. Beside him, Sofia and Helga sat silently, a contrast of expressions marking their faces.
Helga was meditating, having made it to the seventh Layer of the Noble realm. Her breathing was steady and her aura cold as ever. Sofia, however, fidgeted, her gaze flickering between Midas and the Behemoth with a mixture of curiosity and awe.
Midas walked over to Sofia, lowering himself beside her. The faint crunch of snow under his boots was the only sound breaking the stillness. Midas took his time, to get used to it, taking in the cold air around him.
