Kisodeth 0 Posted March 1 Author #21 Share Posted March 1 The door shut with a quiet click, sealing Kisodeth away from the noise of the Town of Beginnings. Finally. Solitude. She stepped into the dimly lit room, rolling her shoulders to shake off the tension from the night’s battles. The weight of Winter’s Discontent eased as she unequipped it, the greatsword vanishing into her inventory with a brief shimmer of blue light. Her heavy black armor followed, leaving her in the simple underlayer beneath. With a sigh, she sank onto the bed, the stiff mattress creaking under her weight. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. A quiet refuge from all the nonsense outside. Leaning back against the wall, Kisodeth flicked open her menu with a casual swipe of her finger. The glowing interface bathed her in pale blue light as she navigated to her experience tab. Her eyes narrowed. Too slow. She had fought well tonight, but well wasn’t enough. If she wanted to level up at a reasonable pace, she’d need to put in more hours or hunt something stronger. She traced a finger down the numbers, doing the mental math. At her current rate, she’d need another six, maybe seven, nights of this kind of grind. A grind she didn’t particularly want to do. Her thumb hovered over the Aincrad floor listings. The first few levels were nothing but low-level players and weak mobs. But if she pushed up…Floor Two, maybe even Three? she’d find stronger enemies. Better loot. Faster gains. But then there was him. She exhaled through her nose, eyes narrowing as she leaned her head back against the wall. The duelist. The silent challenge. His strange way of fighting, no wasted movement, no arrogance, just precision. What was his deal? Why her? And why did it feel like there was more to that fight than what was on the surface? Her fingers mindlessly scrolled through her inventory, eyes flicking over the items she had looted tonight. Nothing spectacular. A few materials she could sell. A health potion or two. A piece of gear she wouldn’t use. The usual. Her mind, however, wasn’t on her inventory. Kisodeth tapped her fingers against her thigh, considering her next move. Grinding was necessary, but information was power. If she ran into that duelist again, she’d be damned if she was going to be caught off guard. She had to get stronger. Had to be prepared. But for tonight… she let out a slow breath and closed her menu. It could wait. WC: 413 Link to post Share on other sites
Kisodeth 0 Posted March 1 Author #22 Share Posted March 1 Thread Summary Kisodeth: 845 EXP | (8453/10)*1*1 400 Col Link to post Share on other sites
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