“Hell yeah! The Territory boss is dead! Our party’s promotion to Rank A is now guaranteed!” Mark crowed after dealing the killing blow.
After a long fight that had been a walk in the park for him and Alan but a surprisingly harrowing affair for Sol, who had been skating on thin ice by the end, the Great Demonic Basilisk’s massive form finally crashed to the ground. Sol’s windows confirmed that the monster was indeed dead and that it would not be getting up again.
Alan, Reen, and Julia also cheered in turn.
“We did it!”
“Amazing!”
“Wow, we really killed it.”
Everyone’s eyes were glowing with accomplishment. They were all sweating heavily and breathing hard, but no one had a single scratch on them. This result was a natural outcome for someone with Player and his party, but a person who didn’t know better might have called it a miracle.
“Well done...indeed.”
The MVP of the fight, the person who had been key to their victory, slumped to the ground, looking more exhausted than everyone else. It took him all his remaining strength to give his party members a brief line of commendation.
“Well done to you too!” Reen smiled.
“Jeez, you gotta shape up!” Julia teased.
In contrast to the girls, who seemed worried about Sol, Mark and Alan looked down on him with scornful eyes that seemed to shout “Why are you more tired than us even though you didn’t even fight?” louder than words could. And this wasn’t the first time. The guys had been looking at Sol this way all the time lately.
With the completion of this mission, the up-and-coming party Black Tiger’s promotion to Rank A and subsequent breakup were now set in stone, because two things had just happened at the same time: Sol had made up his mind to finally share the truth about his talent with his companions, and Mark and Alan had just made a decision of their own.