As soon as Logan stepped out of the dungeon's teleportation gate, the air of the outer plaza greeted him.
Adventurers were already lining up nearby—geared up and ready to descend. A few paused as he emerged, eyes widening at the sight of the massive beasts behind him. Gaia's heavy steps cracked the pavement, while Stormwing's feathers still flickered with leftover static. Elarion moved with quiet grace, but all attention was on the injured drake limping in the rear.
Wyver's wing was bent slightly, his aerial control compromised. While Logan had already used Healing Light and bandaged the major damage, it wasn't enough. Kryst would need to finish the regeneration process when they returned to the biodome.
"Not exactly the heroic image I wanted," Logan muttered.
He was about to head toward the guild to offload the spoils—his storage device filled with countless loot and enhancement stones—when a divine pulse echoed in his mind.
A system message.
