Faye wiped the sweat from her brow as the first light of dawn painted the horizon. Neither she nor Rizki had managed a wink of sleep since he unearthed the shocking truth about the orchestrators behind the slavery plaguing their land.
Rizki, too, had dedicated the night to eradicating the troublesome tumbleweed, setting it ablaze along with a stockpile of subpar materials, all scrutinized by Eva, who had vigilantly overseen quality control throughout the night. Now, they found themselves in the barn, nestled close to the Tempeh factory and the sprawling cropland, a testament to the collaboration between Anwar and the elves.
Amid the bustling scene, Faye made her way toward Rizki. Her clothes clung to her graceful figure, soaked with sweat. She removed her dress, revealing her striking form adorned in silver undergarments.
"Three years' worth of troubles, resolved in just three hours," Faye remarked with a sly smile.
