Sorin said. "You didn't give me one."
Alix chuckles. "Because I knew you could kill him."
She exhales, shaking her head. "You really put a lot of faith in me."
"Faith?" Alix tilts his head. "No. I just know what you're capable of."
Sorin studies him for a long moment before looking down at her weapons again. The weight of them, the hum of power beneath her fingertips—she had survived, yes, but it wasn't easy.
And yet, despite the odds, she had won.
She huffs a quiet laugh. "I suppose I can't argue with that."
Alix gives her one last smirk before turning away. "I'll leave the rest to you."
Sorin watches as he exits, his footsteps fading into the corridor. She exhales, rolling her shoulders. The real work begins now.
Over the next few days, Tolga—as she is known to the public—handles the dungeon's publicity. At first, skepticism runs rampant among the monsters of Misorn City. A thing called dungeon where you can obtain weapons and items? It sounds absurd, a fairytale.
