"We never actually finished stripping this place," John said, standing at the edge of the crystalline treeline with his hands on his hips. "We swallowed the whole structure and called it a day. There's still a fortune sitting in these branches."
The swallowed Mythical-rank secret realm that became part of Monster Paradise.
"So we're going shopping," Yuna said, cracking her knuckles. "In a magic forest we already own."
"Basically," John said. "Everyone grab a section. Anything that hums, glows, or bleeds light when you touch it goes in the storage ring."
Alfred took off first, crashing through the underbrush with his nose low, and within minutes he'd rooted out a cluster of dense, violet-veined fruit hanging from a spiraled trunk. Pymon handled the canopy, plucking anything glowing gold from branches too high for the others to reach, while Rexion coiled along the riverbanks of light, sniffing out veins of ore buried just beneath the surface.
