"Good work team," I said. Usually, I would give my sword one last swing to fling away the blood that was coating the blade, but the monsters we killed had no blood.
The Seamwalkers felt like they belonged more in a sci-fi novel rather than the fantasy-modern fusion world that I was in.
But it wasn't like there weren't other monsters who also felt out of place in the novel, so if anything, by it being off and out-of-place, it was actually perfectly where it belonged.
I looked back in the direction that we came from and screamed, "Are we allowed to drink potions to recover our health and mana, or are we still not allowed?!"
There was a moment before a voice responded.
"Go ahead. Drink your mana potions if you need to. But no to the health potions."
Immediately, like a drug addict who was just permitted to take their drugs, Sarakit dug her hands into her bag and chugged down two bottles at the same time.
I had also begun drinking potions that were in my bag.
