Almost like it was the creatures doing, the rain finally slowed down to a fine drizzle, but the armor was still thick with scent of sea salt.
I was still brimming with accomplishment in my lungs after acquiring the new title of "Master". I had no idea what would come with such a name but I was really excited to find out.
Tti-ring.
[Master...]
[+HP is at 50%]
[Initiating skill: Regenerate]
That familiar surge of sweetness drove through my spine and then to the rest of my body. The cuts and bruises on my face closed up to look good as new.
Tti-ring.
[Regeneration complete.]
Exhaled a long breathe. "It's over," I muttered. "Finally."
But before I could savor the victory, a distant shape tore through the gray horizon, cutting through the storm's tailwinds.
The Whistling Derrick.
Amit was moving unnaturally fast for its size and all the lights that were flickering on it had now died off.
