"Thank you. Our Angel"
Aria felt secondhand shame as the people she saved started praising her and calling her an angel. By no means did she consider herself one as everyone had their demons, even her.
Her thoughts wandered to her father. If she had to classify him into the villain or hero category, he was undoubtedly a villain. Yet despite the way he treated people, he was still her father at the end of the day.
Crystal was still amazed as she used her ice to create makeshift restraints for the individuals that had participated in the riot. Each time she did, she heard a soft ding echoing in her ears. Perhaps it was the system's way of tallying their accomplishments for this quest.
Her only concern was that their stock of potions would ultimately be limited. They had no guarantee that they would have enough potions for everyone.
