83. CRIMINALS

Plunging one of his daggers into the head of a tier 2 bear in the middle stage, its body began to dry up, while it's rich brown color turned sickly grey.

Noah and James swept their gaze's around, hearing a loud ding which signified that a wave was done. Noah removed his dagger, and sat on the ground, not minding the pool of blood on it.

James did the same as they both had ragged breaths. Yes Noah's breathing was ragged. How wouldn't it be, after all he had been fighting for over 29 hours basically non stop.

This was the short four minutes break before the last wave of Magical beasts, for the second level of the second stage.

"Good job," Noah's tired voice rang out, patting James's shoulder.

James simply nodded, not having enough strength to bother in replying.