Neal finally donned his shimmering black-gold armor, drawn straight from his system inventory. The moment it settled on him, the blazing aura around his body receded slightly, the golden-blue flames folding inward like a divine furnace on standby.
He rolled his shoulders, flexed his new arm, and muttered, "Feels good to be whole again."
The two Epic-ranked Awaken beside him shared a look, then one gestured toward the sky.
"We should head back. This battlefield's done. Let's regroup and assess.
Everyone agreed.
Then in a blink of light and wind, they reappeared at the main camp, the air was calm, but thick with residual tension.
Kaelen barely had time to exhale, when instinct screamed.
Something fast, small and furious..
WHAP.
And in pure reflex he caught it with one hand shooting up in a blur of motion.
It was a small delicate hand trying to give him a nice tight slap to the face.
More specifically, Alira's slap.
