"Reidar!" Lena's voice cut through the rockfall, strained but clear. "Are you still alive?"
He took a steadying breath. "I'm here. Are the others alright?" The silence that followed was uncomfortable.
"Torren and Lysa took some heavy hits—deep gashes, broken ribs, the works. Jorik's patching them up now, but it's slow going." Then a pause followed. "We all got the quest completion notification just now. Did you… did you actually kill that thing?"
"I did." Reidar's words were heavy for multiple reasons. For the others, it meant that he was even stronger than them; for him was that he would have to find a way to justify the kill.
"How? That was a Level 65 Alpha. Even we couldn't have taken it down together."
Reidar paused. He couldn't explain how he'd pulled it off. That trick, if one wanted to call it as such, the one of using his own summons to summon more creatures, was his biggest secret. His trump card. His get-out-of-jail card.
