Hoh? Interest sparked in my eyes, and I wasn't alone. A resistance created by the oppressed races in order to stand up against the tyranny of the lionkin, and they were in the middle of being attacked.
What a curious phenomenon, it might give us what we were looking for. But even if it doesn't, third partying a battlefield was a safe way to farm XP, so I was eager to participate and finally reach level 30.
"Ghosty doesn't like her…" Blossom murmured while eyeing the tied-up rabbit girl who was innocently looking around the eight of us, BunBun didn't even realize she was the subject of Blossom's statement.
On a side note, I had to give Vex mad props, my dog girl has not made a single slip of the tongue since the white-haired beauty gave her the nickname Ghosty. Back when she was called Ghost, Blossom kept trying to call herself by her real name. It seemed Ghosty stuck in her brain significantly better.
