Vale stood in the pool of dead fire hounds, basking in the exhilaration of his new rank. He could feel the newfound energy surging through his body—no, not just his body. His mind felt clearer, too, as if enhanced by the flow of mana.
But before he could continue savouring the thrill of his newfound strength, Ayla's voice spoke from behind.
"Vale? Are you okay?"
He turned around, meeting her worried gaze. Even after nine ruthless days of constant battle, her face remained silky smooth—no hint of exhaustion in her eyes.
"Of course," he responded, a faint smile on his face.
"You collapsed—"
"I was just low on mana essence. I'm fine," he said, cutting her off before she could finish.
She nodded, though doubt was still plain on her face.
"You fought well, my friend!" Dain's voice boomed from his side.
