In the depths of the fourth layer of the Maze, within the Mist Forest, a Dark Night Elf was leisurely dozing off while resting against a tree branch.
Her petite figure resembled a willow twig perched on the branch, her wheat-toned skin blending seamlessly with the color of the tree trunk; without a careful look, one would hardly notice a person hiding there.
Ever since the canopy of the fourth layer of the Maze regained its light, the once withered forest was rejuvenated, and the warm rays perpetually tempted one to succumb to drowsiness.
At first, Sherry had been diligently standing guard, but the surrounding quietness was so profound that after a while, she couldn't resist falling asleep.
After all, nothing serious had been happening in the Maze recently, and Adventurers rarely dared to stir up trouble in the fourth layer.
Though an annoying group of goblins had appeared, the tiny troublemakers didn't dare come near this area.
