That was such a fuss.
Finally, it is time for a rest.
So, Kerr Cowell laid down on this bed, placed his head on the pillow, half-closed his eyes, and feigned sleep.
He didn't go to the underground cave to sleep.
After all, it really was quite damp. Although it indeed was cooler than the surface, the dampness made him feel sticky all over, and it was not very comfortable.
Moreover, the World Tree was there.
Despite still being hot, at least it provided some shade from the scorching sun.
...
He had no idea how much time had passed.
Suddenly, Kerr felt a cool breeze on his face, and vague senses of tiny powder-like water droplets floating in the wind and landing on his face.
His forehead wrinkled slightly with confusion and he opened his eyes.
He saw an Illusion Gate made of white fog hovering over two hundred meters above the trunk of the tree. A great deal of cool spring water was gushing out of it, splashing directly onto the tree trunk.