"This is pure power I say." Zou yelled, as he weaved in and out of the spaces in the battlefield. With each space that he passed through, a head fell to the ground. That was how good his sword play had become.
After battling the wolves for an additional hour. They finally managed to put an end to them.
Mia fell on her butt, from the sheer stress, strain and lack of mana that she had right now.
"Hahaha. I see that you are tired Mia. My healer should not be tired. Anakin why don't you hand Mia some, stamina and mana recovering potion. We cannot allow our healer to be weak, can we?" Zou instructed, as the other crew members started to loot the corpse of the slain wolves.
"We are going to be f*ing rich. There is no way that we won't make a fortune with the number of materials that we have harvested in this dungeon.
