C115 Igrel's Self-criticism (complete)

In a cavern brimming with Magic Crystals, Igrel lay still, his eyes half-lidded as if he might drift off to sleep at any second.

"It feels like hibernation is near..."

Igrel cleared his mind, awaiting the deep embrace of slumber.

"You promised to keep me company, yet here you are, dozing off out of sheer boredom. Typical," he muttered.

Gazing at Milo, who was snoozing atop his claw