Adam exhaled slowly through his nose, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly as he confirmed Leila was stable.
He didn't let the relief show on his faces as he was not quite used to showing concern, but his fingers unclenched from their white-knuckled grip.
A heavy hand clapped his back hard enough to stagger a normal man.
"Haha! Seven damn months rotting on that godsforsaken second floor, and we're finally moving up!"
Cael's boisterous voice echoed through the ruined battlefield, his wavy blonde hair catching the dim light as he grinned.
The massive broadsword strapped to his back clanked against its harness as he gestured wildly.
"Though I gotta ask... we all fought that bone bastard, so how come the system only announced your name, huh?"
Adam turned his head just enough to meet Cael's gaze, his expression unreadable.
Before he could respond, the blonde leaned in conspiratorially, his breath reeking of cheap healing potions.
"Level with me..."
