Quex was an exceptional fighter. Maybe not on the same level as Rita, who had spent an entire year training day and night under the two battle masters, Lightchaser and GodDraw77, but still leagues above most apprentices.
When the book monster's HP dropped below two percent, the entire arena fell silent. Every player attacked faster, desperate to land the finishing blow.
Rain poured down over Quex's head. She pulled off her hood, letting the drops run freely down her face. Her pupils shimmered with arcane runes—and then, the rain itself shifted direction, converging on the fluttering book they were chasing.
Rita, in perfect sync, darted ahead and intercepted the attacks from the other players trying to steal the kill.
No words, no eye contact—just unspoken coordination built from the same instincts and strategy. Together they moved like a single mind.
