After an embarrassingly long recovery period Angela gets up and moves towards the door, she has decided to start expanding the area she has to work with. As she goes to step out the door she pauses for a second before tentatively putting one foot down on the dirt she made earlier. Seeing that the dirt holds she breathes a sigh of relief and, at the same time, gets another ding.

[achievement: one small step...., rewards: +0.1 anima/h, 10X1m³ dirt]

With how low on anima Angela was the ten cubes of dirt were akin to coal in a snowstorm, they would allow her to expand a lot farther than she had initially hoped. The placing of the first 9 blocks went smoothly, forming a platform around 3mX3m with another cube sticking out the end, as she places the 10th block however, a ding sounds out and a small island appears, seemingly out of nowhere. Shocked, Angela trips backwards and falls, thankfully onto the platform rather than the void, the following popup, however, startles her just as much, if not more. [mortal rank demon island discovered, will spawn 1 rank one demon mouse each hour until assimilated. Assimilation cost: 20 anima] Angela stares blankly at the pop up for a moment, almost in tears, 20 anima would take her roughly 49 more hours with her current 0.6 anima stored. If she could just sleep until she had the required amount then that would be fine but instead she would have to defend herself against these "demon mice", whatever they were, every hour. That meant that she would have to stay up for the whole 49 hours, possibly fending for her life. Resigned to her fate, Angela trods back to the shack and picks up the knife she used earlier to saw the hole . The knife would be vital for her to have any hope of surviving the coming tribulation. As the time approaches the hour Angela stands, ready, at the connection of her platform and the island and waits. The system gives the notification [+0.4 anima, total anima:1/100].

as the notification sounds Angela hears a small sound and something black flashes out of the brush on the small island. Angela shrieks and kicks out at the flash, punting it into the void.

As it's falling Angela finally makes out its form, a large mouse about the size of a rat. The "demon mouse" had large, blood red eyes and teeth several times larger than its body size should accommodate, causing them to jut out of its mouth like a saber tooth tiger. It squeals as it falls, both the body and the sound fading into the void. Angela giggles a little at the absurd image but quickly focuses on the ding that follows.