Zinov hurtles toward the ground, his body battered and energy nearly spent. Alix descends gracefully beside him, his expression calm yet resolute.
"I guess this is the end," Alix states, his voice steady.
Zinov, with a defiant glint in his eyes, reaches into his pouch and retrieves a shimmering crystal. With a swift motion, he crushes it in his hand. Instantly, his form vanishes, leaving behind only a faint shimmer in the air.
Alix raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. "A teleportation crystal," he muses aloud. "Didn't expect to see one here."
He pauses, reflecting on the implications. "In the game, these were rare items," he continues, speaking to himself. "Their teleportation range depended on their rarity—the higher the grade, the farther they could transport you."
