The aged hero leans back against the moist rock. Droplets of both cool and warm water spray across his bare arms and knees, both refreshing and wearing on him. He smiles. "I shall be content here."

The dome is a gift from the last world he saved. 'Rest here for the remainder of your days. You shall want for nothing.' The honest promises of the grateful givers echo in his ears.



"I shall be content here." He smiles again. He pulls his sheathed sword closer to him in preparedness. "I shall be safe here."