Right now, Clyde thought it best to inform Asqa. She deserved to know—especially if something unexpected was about to happen.
They were allies now who walking the same dangerous path, and if they wanted to survive whatever came next trust had to run both ways.
He continued killing down monsters, letting Dusksorrow cleave and burn through the endless tide until, with a final blow when the last creature of this wave dissolved into ash. A faint pulse of energy rolled through him.
He was now Level 533.
He floated for a second in the dust-filled air, catching his breath, then turned toward the far edge of the battlefield.
Asqa was still fighting her own battle.
Clyde hovered in the sky, arms crossed as he waited. Below him, she moved through the chaos like a storm in motion. With her white robes she looks graceful and relentless.
A few minutes later, her final monster died and she rose into the air toward him, brushing dust and blood from her cheek.
