"Sixty... five?" Rasie confirmed. She swallowed hard with difficulty. The hair on the back of her neck stood up instantly. Her heart hammered loudly against her chest. There was a creeping fear, but her eyes flashed with an impatient excitement to see what kind of creature they would face. Rasie chuckled softly with a thin smile.
"I don't mind," Zaefal said firmly. He gripped the handle of his greatsword so tightly that his knuckles turned white. This is the best opportunity to reach level fifty-one faster, Zaefal thought to himself.
Zaefal made a quick calculation. With Fyar at level forty-one, himself and Rasie at level thirty-five, and Illya at level thirty-two, plus Hasya watching from above, he felt their position was safe enough.
"I don't mind either," Illya murmured. She looked down, fiddling with the edge of her robe for a moment before looking up with a serious gaze.
