Warmth flooded through Kaiden's limbs as the damage he dealt bled back into the group, wounds knitting even as the fight raged on. Calypso felt it too; the ache in her shoulder dulling, then fading, strength roaring back into her muscles as if the injury had never happened. Each monster they felled fed the engine, turning violence into momentum, and momentum into dominance.
[You've slain Terramaw Prowler (Level 61).]
[You've gained 27,219 XP.]
[You've gained 3 DMP.]
Kaiden had to admit it.
Slowly, inevitably, they were becoming a terrifying team.
Just days ago, there was no way this strategy would've worked. No way the two of them could have driven a wounded but dangerous pack forward without being swallowed by numbers, no way they could've held the line while deliberately herding.
Now?
Now they carved a path through.
The survivors fled uphill.
"Off you go!" Luna shouted, giddy and sharp.
