Faust fell face first into the ground once he escaped the gate. Dust filled his nose the moment he finally got to breathe.
Coughing lightly, he stood and searched the battle field. It was home sweet home. If warzones counted as a home. Regardless, the flattened and, in some places, burnt field leading to the massive walled city of Novice Village #1 was a beautiful sight.
Anything was beautiful when there wasn't some eldritch monstrosity behind you.
He had forgotten about their little bet until he saw Juliette looming triumphantly in the distance.
"You won?" Faust said with widened eyes.
Juliette clenched her jaw, speaking through her teeth, "Yes. Me. I guess i'm not as impressive as you and Gamebreaker. I just charmed my way to the Gate Generator and escaped. We didn't even have to kill any Goblins. They killed themselves."
Faust shuddered at the calm words. He felt pity for those goblins. Your own mind becoming an enemy was a deplorable thing.
