Chapter 110
Emmaline
We wait.
Eventually, Evan's little backup squad shows up.
Elysia, of course—still glaring daggers at me like I stole her favorite chew toy. Some beastkin girl with ears too twitchy for her own good. And a few other randos I don't bother to memorize. Probably people he picked up last minute to make it look like he meant for this to be a team effort all along.
I should feel bad, I suppose. For ruining the male lead's noble, heroic plan to solo his way to greatness. To contract an elemental spirit all on his own and rocket up the rankings in record time.
I don't.
Why should I?
Why should he monopolize the opportunity?
My Daelan deserves just as many cheat codes. Just as many power-ups. Just as many plotlines.
If not more.
Eventually, after some Association guy finishes stammering through the protocol and Evan finishes sulking behind his neutral face, we enter the dungeon.
The shift is immediate.
From dirt and wind and sunlight—
To silence.
