Behind Kaiden, Vespera's composure held.
But the faintest warmth touched her eyes.
Her cub had just played a room full of adults without raising his voice, and the pride she felt was the kind she'd bury under professionalism and save for the drive home.
Kaiden's 'charity' regarding the information he was willing to provide sounded generous.
In reality, it cost him nothing substantial.
He'd already streamed the layout of the dungeon for the whole world to see, save for parts of his own home, which of course would be far from the zones any outsider is allowed to access.
It housed his throne, after all. Anyone who sat on it could take away his Dungeon Master status.
There was a second reason why he was so ready to cooperate.
Kaiden's DMP counter had stopped reading as a number during the Kaiju's forfeiture and become a blur, twenty consumed dungeons' worth of resources pouring into his pool in one catastrophic transfer.
The total sat in the hundreds of thousands, untouched.
