Level 65
I hate it when the system decides to spring something on me without warning. It doesn't happen as often as you'd think, but when it does, it can be a real pain. Most of the time, I can manage the responsibilities thrown my way. But tonight, as the last embers of the campfires died down and the soldiers settled into a wary rest, the system chimed in with a new update.
[Congratulations, you have all reached Level 65] the message flashed before my eyes, a bright, ethereal script that only I could see. My heart skipped a beat. The system was something I never spoke about to anyone, not even to my closest companions. It was my secret, my burden, and sometimes, my greatest asset.