Although that encounter left John with many things to think about, he deemed it unnecessary to do so at this time. He was to level up and then kill Thana. THAT was his primary goal. Prophecies and words of gods be damned. Rolling over, he began rising from the stone floor. His flight out of the Secret Room had not been a pleasant one.
"Master, I think you should-"
"I don't care, Aclysia!" John didn't even let her finish, pushing the hand that was trying to help him up aside. Quickly he got up. He had no time to be reasonable. Logic boiled into nothingness whenever he considered what torture his girlfriend must have been going through at that very moment. He ignored the exhausted burning in his eyes.
For once, Aclysia did not ignore being interrupted. Her lips quivered, as she bowed deeply in apology.
