Asher dropped onto a nearby armchair with a relaxed sigh, finally letting his body settle. "Sounds like you all had fun."
Freya sat down beside him, elbow nudging his. "Don't act like you weren't fighting weaklings up there. You climbed past Floor 1600—what was it like?"
Asher gave a small smile. "Lonely. Bloody. But worth it."
Veyra's eyes narrowed with concern, but she said nothing.
Catherine sipped her wine again. "Did Yulia give you trouble?"
"No, why would she give me trouble?," Asher replied, resting his head back, "but she ended up offering me a job."
Freya perked up. "A job? Wait, like… a serious one? Like paperwork and schedules?"
"No," he said, glancing at her. "Peak World Rank dungeon. Near-eruption. Wipe out level event."
"Oh," Freya blinked. "That's... slightly worse than paperwork."
Valeris straightened. "Are you taking it?"
"I already did," Asher replied casually. "We leave soon. It'll be disguised—under a false ID. No one outside Garcia Traders will know."
