We floated just ten feet apart, lightning still crackling faintly around us.
Arkas crossed his arms, his trident still humming at his side.
"You were gone for just a little while," Arkas said, tilting his head with a deadpan expression.
"And now you're going wild, huh? Attacking your own Commander like some rogue with wings. Master rank, lightning bursts, exploding into the sky like an overconfident firework… Is this how you say hello now?"
I grinned.
"Commander, you're the one who said it during our first meeting, remember? If we had the strength, we could aim for any position. Even the Emperor's Guard."
His eyebrow twitched. "So what, you trying for my position now?"
I shrugged, spinning my staff lazily. "Nothing wrong with trying."
Arkas narrowed his eyes and stretched his neck like he was prepping for a real warm-up.
"Alright then," he said, a smirk spreading across his face. "Let's see how strong you are… at level 173."
