'I'm exhausted.'
Kairo exhaled slowly through his nose, barely reacting as his team continued to chatter on about the dungeon tears. Their voices blurred together into background noise.
All he wanted to do was leave.
Get back home.
Collapse face-first into his bed and shut his eyes for at least two days.
This was the first time in a long while he'd felt fatigue this heavy. S-Class raids? Easy. He'd cleared two, sometimes three in a day, and walked away with only minor strain.
But this?
This battle had gnawed at something deeper.
Not just his stamina. But his focus.
His edge.
And the number of times he could've been seriously injured—or worse—if not for that—
'He hasn't said anything.'
Kairo blinked out of his haze.
Something was off.
He shrugged off the weight of Mel and Mio's arms slung lazily over his shoulders, pushing them away without a word. Both hunters blinked at him in confusion, but Kairo ignored them as he turned on his heel.
