Sleeping soundly without any idea about how close to ending up dead she had been, Scaly continued laying on top of bed while time passed. The main difference compared to the first week of her sleeping being that the monster that had made its way inside the ancient stone watchtower now appeared once every day to try and break through the bookshelf blocking the way up to the top floor where she was sleeping, something that always ended up in failure, as the bookshelf was truly made out of some kind of indestructible material. Even being scorched daily and attacked, the wooden-looking bookshelf showed no sign of moving out of the way.
Like this, another week slowly flew by with Scaly none the wiser that the bookshelf she had toppled over to block the passage leading up to the top floor of the ancient stone watchtower as a last-minute safety measure had ended up saving her life countless times during this week…
Rumble~ Bang!
