The chest cracked open with a satisfying hiss, golden light spilling out like the breath of victory itself.
Coins, crystals, and a few rare materials glimmered inside, but Kael's focus wasn't on the loot, he was already pulling out a folded tarp to sit on.
Zeref plopped down with that trademark nonchalance of his, the one that screamed I could be king of the world, but I'm bored instead.
Meanwhile, I just flopped down too, letting Leonhart's heavy body sigh in exhaustion. My legs ached, my wrists burned, but damn it felt good. That boss fight, no, that slaughter, was our best yet.
"I can't believe you actually taunted the Headless Knight," Kael said, deadpan, flicking a pebble my way.
I caught it, smirked. "Well, he started it. He called me weak."
"You charged at him with a sword half your size and screamed," Zeref pointed out, grinning. "I'm pretty sure that's not strategy."
"That's rage management," I countered.
