The wind above the cavern whistled like a blade as the group caught their breath on the jagged ledge.
Graye planted her gauntleted hands on her hips, violet dust streaking her armor, and leaned toward Raven with a grin so wide it practically glowed.
"So," she said, her voice vibrating with the thrill of near-death. "Please tell me we're not just…leaving. We have to kill those twelve freaks. Right? Please say yes."
Raven's crimson eyes slid toward her, molten and cold all at once.
"No," he said, his voice quiet. "We're not leaving. Not until at least those twelve level-ten beasts are dead."
Graye lit up like a lantern at a festival. "YES! Murder party unlocked!"
Even Siris pumped her fists, as she had been meaning to ask the same question and wanted to hear the same answer.
Selena arched a delicate brow, her black coat settling around her like midnight silk. "You sound far too happy about mass slaughter."
"Have you met me?" Graye beamed, tossing a playful wink toward Raven.
