Chapter 9

Finished 

After the initial shock wore off, Amelia looked at the three Small Huts sitting neatly inside her crafting inventory. She walked around the island, mentally measuring the available space. 

The towering Tree of Life had already claimed the center. 

Its thick trunk rose high into the violet sky, its branches spreading like an oversized umbrella that swallowed nearly a third of the island in shade. Beside it sat the shallow pond, and a short distance away was the sturdy Crafting Table she had just built. Between those structures lay stacks of planks, bottles of water, the clay stove, and Storm’s ever-growing collection of slime- covered Aether Stones. 

The island that had once looked empty now felt surprisingly crowded. 

“If I put a hut down now…” she muttered, scratching her cheek while pacing across the remaining open ground. 

“…I’ll be living inside a storage closet.”