Chapter 124.1 - Fame (2)
The cold air of the dungeon slowly gave way to the more familiar warmth outside as the team neared the exit of the second rank-6 gate. Their breaths were heavy, their bodies aching from the grueling battles they had endured. Frost and dirt clung to their armor and clothes, and despite the exhaustion etched on their faces, there was a quiet sense of accomplishment among them.
Kurt limped slightly, his shield showing signs of heavy use. Gareth's barriers had flickered out long ago, and he was leaning on his staff for support. Dorian had a fresh cut along his arm, the result of a close call with one of the creatures they had faced, and even Elena's usually sharp, pristine appearance was dulled, her robe singed and covered in soot from her magic.