Inside the boss room of the 35th floor, Talia's breath comes in ragged gasps as she draws another arrow from her quiver, nocking it with a swift, practiced motion. Every muscle in her body screams with exhaustion, protesting the relentless strain of battle. Before her, the undead dragon looms, its rotting form emanating an aura of death and decay. Its hollow eye sockets burn with an unholy light as it roars, shaking the very foundations of the chamber.

"Hold on, everyone!" Talia yells, her voice cracking with desperation. She pulls back the bowstring and releases an arrow, but it bounces harmlessly off the dragon's decayed hide. "Damn it!"

Borin, the stout dwarf warrior, stands with a stocky build, his thick, braided beard swaying as he swings his mighty axe at the dragon's legs. His muscular arms strain with each powerful strike, but frustration etches across his weathered face. "This hide's tougher than old dwarven steel!" he grunts, the intricate runes on his heavy dwarven armor gleaming faintly in the dim light. His broad shoulders heave with exertion, yet his attacks seem futile against the dragon's decaying yet impenetrable flesh. With a single, sweeping motion, the dragon's tail slams into Borin, sending him flying across the room. His axe clatters from his grip as he crashes into the far wall, his stout frame hitting the stone with a sickening thud.

"Borin!" Talia cries out, her voice breaking with worry as her green eyes widen in panic. The elf warrior's braided platinum blond hair shimmers as she darts across the battlefield, her slender but strong frame covered in light elven archer armor. Her elegant yet practical green tunic and silver accents offer her the mobility she needs, but her gaze is locked onto the dwarf's unmoving form.

The dragon's baleful gaze turns toward Kennan, the rogue. Dressed in dark, practical clothing that clings to his lean, athletic build, Kennan is a shadow on the battlefield. His twin daggers glint in the light, ready for a counterattack, but even his sharp reflexes aren't enough to dodge the dragon's next move. "Kennan, move!" Talia shouts, but it's too late. The dragon spits a torrent of corrosive acid.

Marla, the knight, adorned in polished armor with intricate designs that mark her rank and skill, rushes forward. Her muscular, athletic form strains as she raises her gleaming shield to block the deadly spray. The acid sizzles as it eats away at her shield, burning into her arm with a sickening hiss. Marla screams in agony, collapsing to the ground, her once proud posture reduced to pain.

"Marla! No!" Kennan narrowly avoids the acid, his hooded cloak fluttering as he tries to dodge, but the dragon's tail snaps him across the room, knocking him unconscious. He crumples to the ground, his sharp eyes closed, his stealthy form now still.

Talia's eyes dart toward Lyara, the mage, her long robe flowing as she channels every ounce of her remaining energy. Her loose waves of hair stick to her sweat-drenched face as she summons a fireball, the glowing circle at the tip of her staff pulsing with arcane energy. Her calm yet strained face shows the toll of the battle, and as she launches the projectile, it strikes the dragon's chest—only to be shrugged off as if it were nothing. "We need more firepower!" Talia cries, desperation creeping into her voice.

Lyara barely escapes the dragon's claws, casting magical barriers that flicker and crack under the creature's relentless assault. "I can't hold it much longer!" she gasps, fear threading her voice, her elegant robe still swaying despite her drained energy.

In the midst of the chaos, Jareth, the cleric, stands firm. His ornate robes are flecked with dust, revealing hints of armor beneath. His hands glow with divine energy as he drags the wounded Marla to safety. His neatly trimmed hair glistens with sweat as he works desperately to heal her burns. "Hold on, Marla. I've got you," he whispers, his focus unwavering as he pours all his strength into keeping her alive. His calm, determined expression reflects his devotion as he fights to protect his allies, his holy symbols glowing faintly with divine light.

The dragon's roar echoes through the chamber, and suddenly the ground cracks open. From the fissures, skeletal warriors emerge, their bony hands grasping swords and shields. Talia, already on the brink of exhaustion, feels despair rising. "We can't let them overwhelm us!" she shouts, slashing at the nearest skeletons with her short swords.

Borin, recovering from the impact, charges back into the fight, his axe cleaving through skeletons with brutal efficiency. "Come on, you bony bastards! I'll send you back to the grave!" he bellows.

Lyara, cornered and desperate, unleashes spell after spell, but the dragon's attacks grow fiercer, her strength waning. Talia can see her friend's exhaustion weighing heavy, the end drawing near.

As Talia fights off the skeletons surrounding her, gritting her teeth in defiance, something strange happens. An invisible force sends the skeletons flying, their bones crashing into the walls and shattering.

Talia turns, breathless, toward the entrance of the boss chamber. A hooded figure stands there, flanked by a towering knight clad in heavy plate armor and a small girl with cat ears and a tail. The hooded man's face is hidden in shadow, his presence commanding. He speaks softly to the girl, who scurries behind the armored knight as the hooded figure draws his sword with calm precision.

The skeletons, sensing the threat, abandon Borin and rush toward the newcomers. Even the dragon shifts its attention from Lyara, its hollow eyes fixed on the hooded man. With swift, fluid movements, the man dispatches the skeletons with ease, his sword a blur. The undead crumble to dust as he carves through them, unstoppable.

The dragon lets out an earth-shaking roar and lunges at the hooded figure, swinging its massive talon with deadly force. But the man raises his arm, and the talon stops, mere inches from his face. He clenches his hand into a fist, and with a crack, the dragon's talon shatters. With a single, powerful motion, he flings the dragon across the room, sending it crashing into a cluster of skeletons.

"What... what is he?" Lyara whispers, disbelief etched across her face.

"Did you see that? He lifted the dragon!" Borin shouts, his eyes wide with shock.

Jareth, his hands trembling as he continues healing Marla, mutters, "By the gods, who is this man?"

Talia watches, her heart pounding in her chest as the dragon rises again, its empty eye sockets burning with rage. The beast spits a torrent of acid directly at the hooded man. Talia's breath catches—he seems to be engulfed by the deadly spray. The acid hisses, eating away at the stone floor. But as the mist clears, the man stands completely unharmed, the ground at his feet untouched.

The dragon roars in fury, charging once more. Talia shouts a warning, "Watch out!" But the man doesn't flinch. He slides beneath the dragon's talon, his sword flashing as he attempts to slice through the creature's belly. The blade glances off the dragon's thick hide, but the man remains unfazed, his movements calm and calculated.

Talia, exhausted and overwhelmed, can only watch as the mysterious warrior takes control of the battle, his every action measured and precise. The tide of the fight is shifting, and for the first time, hope flickers in her heart.

The dragon roars, its massive bulk turning with a furious, earth-shaking movement. The hooded figure calmly sheathes his sword and reaches for another hilt at his side. Talia's breath catches in her throat as, with a snap-hiss, a blade of pure light springs to life from the hilt, casting an eerie glow throughout the dim chamber. Her party gasps in unison, the sight of such a weapon both alien and mesmerizing, its light cutting through the gloom.

With fluid grace, the man dodges the dragon's tail as it swings at him. In a single, precise motion, he slices through the appendage, severing it cleanly. The dragon's tail flies across the room, crashing into the wall with a deafening thud. The beast, enraged and thrown off balance, roars and turns to face him again. But before it can react, the man hurls the glowing blade at its legs. The weapon spins through the air like a streak of light, effortlessly cutting through the dragon's rotting limbs.

The beast collapses with a guttural scream of fury and pain, its massive form crashing to the ground. As it struggles to rise, the man leaps into the air, catching the spinning blade with fluid precision. He lands on the dragon's back, his movements swift, calculated, and unwavering. The creature thrashes wildly, trying to shake him off, but he remains firm, poised for the final blow.

With one clean, decisive swing, he severs the dragon's head from its body. The massive form convulses one last time before collapsing with a thunderous crash, the unholy life draining from its undead form.

The room falls into a stunned, heavy silence. Talia and her companions stand frozen, their exhaustion momentarily forgotten as they witness the impossible. The hooded figure lands lightly on the ground, his feet making barely a sound. The glowing blade hums softly for a moment before it disappears into the hilt, the quiet echo of the battle's end filling the chamber.

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Nikko runs up to me, her eyes wide with amazement. "Papa, that was incredible!" she exclaims, throwing her arms in the air. "You were like whoosh, and then bam! And the dragon went flying!" She makes swooshing sounds with her mouth, imitating the strikes and slashes. "And when you cut off its legs, it was like shing! And the tail went thud!"

I smile, relieved she's unharmed. "I'm just glad you're safe, Nikko."

From the corner of my eye, I see the elf woman approaching. Her beauty is undeniable, with her long platinum hair braided and hanging on each side, a quiver of arrows strapped to her back, and two short swords sheathed behind her. Her cloak is adorned with intricate patterns, and her piercing green eyes reflect a blend of relief and admiration. She moves with a grace and confidence that is captivating.

"Thank you," she says, her voice soft yet strong. "What you did back there was extraordinary. I've never seen anyone fight like you have."

Nikko, noticing my attention on the elf, chimes in, "You're very beautiful!" She then looks up at me and asks, "Don't you think so, Papa?"

I snap out of my trance and look at Nikko. "Nikko, it's rude to be so forward to someone you just met."

The elf blushes slightly and chuckles, a melodious sound. "Thank you, little one. You yourself are very pretty too."

Nikko beams at the compliment. "Thank you!"

The elf turns her attention back to me. "My name is Talia, Talia Sutaraito," she introduces herself, a warm smile on her face.

Before I can respond, the mage, supported by Apollo, approaches. Her arm is severely hurt, and she looks worn but determined with an arm around Apollo for support.

"Lyara," the mage says weakly, managing a smile despite her pain.

The dwarf, sturdy and battle-worn, steps forward next. "Borin," he grunts, his voice gruff but friendly.

"The cleric over there is Jareth," Borin continues, indicating the exhausted healer who is barely keeping himself upright. "And these two," he points to the unconscious members, "are Marla and Kennan. They're healed but out cold."

Talia looks at me, gratitude evident in her eyes. "We owe you our lives. If it weren't for you, we'd be dead."

I shake my head. "There's no need for that. I'm just glad I got here in time."

I introduce myself, "I'm Ryu Chikara, and this is my daughter, Nikko." I gesture to Apollo. "And this is Apollo. Apollo Steelton."

Apollo, ever stoic, simply nods. "It would be best if we set up camp," it says, its voice calm and practical.

Borin agrees, "Aye, we need rest."

The dragon's corpse suddenly begins to dissolve, its stomach acid eating through the ground and consuming the entire body. A nauseating smell wafted through the chamber, causing everyone to recoil and cover their noses.

"We need to move," I say, already leading the way out of the chamber. The others nod and follow, grateful to escape the stench.

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We find a large treasure chamber, but the chests are already looted, their contents long gone. Despite the emptiness, the room is spacious enough for us to set up camp. Borin and I start setting up tents with Nikko's eager assistance. Apollo gently places Marla and Kennan on the ground, then helps with the camp setup.

Talia tries to help as well, but her exhaustion is evident. "You should rest," I tell her gently.

She hesitates but finally agrees, sitting down and closing her eyes for a moment. We finish setting up the tents, a campfire, and arrange ourselves around the fire. Lyara sits by the fire too, while Jareth retreats to his tent, completely drained.

Borin starts cooking, pulling out various ingredients. He uses fresh vegetables with vibrant colors: deep green leaves, bright orange roots, and green stalks. He also has chunks of tender meat and white grains that look like tiny pearls. Nikko watches with awe, her ears twitching and her tail swaying with interest. She points at every ingredient and asks him what they are to which Borin happily answers.

"These are carrots," he says, holding up a bright orange root. "And this is celery," he continues, adding chopped green stalks. He also adds diced onions, minced garlic, and a handful of fresh herbs that smell like thyme and rosemary.

"Can I help?" Nikko asks, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Of course," Borin replies with a smile. "You can put the cut-up ingredients into the stew and give it a good stir."

Nikko eagerly takes the bowl of chopped vegetables and carefully adds them to the pot, then grabs a large wooden spoon and begins to stir. Her ears twitch with concentration, and her tail swishes happily as she helps.

I watch her with a fond smile. Talia sits down next to me, her body relaxing as she settles into the warmth of the fire.

"Thank you again," she says, breaking the silence. "I don't think I've thanked you enough today."

I chuckle softly, shaking my head. "You've thanked me plenty. Really, glad to have helped."

She gives a light laugh, then turns her gaze to Nikko. "She's quite something. So full of life."

"She is," I agree, watching Nikko as she stirs the pot with enthusiasm.

Talia's curiosity is evident as she continues, "I couldn't help but notice your... abilities. They're unlike anything I've ever seen."

I smile slightly, keeping my tone light. "Let's just say I've had a lot of practice."

"Practice, huh?" She raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Not many can lift a dragon with a mere gesture."

I shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. "It's a skill I've honed my entire life. One that I'd rather keep to myself if you don't mind."

Talia nods, though her curiosity is far from sated. "Fair enough. But what about you? Where do you come from?"

"I've traveled far and wide," I say vaguely. "Let's just say my past is... complicated."

She seems to accept my reluctance to divulge more and turns the conversation to herself. "I understand. I come from a small village, not too far from here. I'm not of royalty or anything grand, but I want to make a name for myself. Prove that I can be more than just another face in the crowd."

"Sounds like a noble goal," I reply, genuinely impressed by her determination.

She smiles, looking a bit shy. "Thank you. It's not always easy, but I believe it's worth it."

Talia looks over at Nikko and asks softly, "What about her? What's her story?"

I fall silent for a moment, the memories weighing heavily on my heart. "I rescued her from a group of bandits. They wanted to use her and other beast folk children for their abilities to navigate the dungeon. I managed to save her, but... I couldn't save the others."

Talia's eyes soften with understanding and sorrow. "I'm so sorry."

"I've grown fond of her," I continue, my voice steady. "She reminds me of myself at her age. I too had chains around my neck. I vowed to protect her and give her the life I never had."

"That's... incredibly noble of you," Talia says, her admiration clear.

We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment, watching Nikko as she stirs the stew. Borin announces that the stew is ready, and Nikko eagerly grabs bowls, passing them out to everyone. Borin tries to pour a bowl for Apollo, but it shakes its head.

"I don't need to eat at the moment. I'll keep watch," Apollo says in its usual composed manner.

Borin frowns. "You sure? A good meal could do you some good."

I interject, "Apollo never eats around others. It's just how he is."

Borin finds it strange but prepares a bowl for Apollo anyway and sets it aside. Apollo takes the bowl and asks for a second.

"Why two?" Borin asks.

"They're for the injured," Apollo replies, its tone as steady as always.

Borin nods, preparing another bowl and bringing them to Marla and Kellan. He returns with a few empty bowls and sits down with his own serving of stew. Meanwhile, Apollo returns to its watch, ever vigilant.

Talia watches Apollo with curiosity. "Your companion is quite... unique."

I nod. "Yes, Apollo is. Though his behavior can be sometimes... golem like, he is a good friend and a great companion. It took a while for me but I've gotten used to his behaviors."

"It's still a bit strange," Talia admits with a giggle. "But I suppose we all have our quirks."

Nikko joins us with her own bowl of stew, her ears twitching and tail swishing happily. She sits next to me, digging into her meal with enthusiasm. Borin, now next to Apollo, takes his watch turn. The fire crackles, and the comforting scent of stew fills the air as we settle down.

Talia watches Nikko with a soft smile. "Were you scared being in such a dangerous place?" she asks gently.

Nikko shakes her head, her ears twitching slightly. "No, not with Papa by my side. I have no reason to be scared." She looks up at me with admiration. "Papa is very strong."

Talia nods, her eyes meeting mine. "Yes, he is."

She turns to me, curiosity evident in her expression. "Where did you learn such abilities?"

I take a deep breath, feeling Nikko's eyes on me as well. "I started off in chains just like her but I was freed. The man who saved me took me in, taught me what you saw out there. The path I had to follow was harsh and unforgiving, but from my mentor, I learned how to fight, to survive, how to read people, and much more. It's a life that I accepted because I had to."

Nikko moves closer to me, sensing the pain in my voice. I put a reassuring hand on her head. "I'm alright," I say softly.

Talia listens intently, her expression sympathetic. "It sounds like you've been through a lot. It's amazing how you've turned those experiences into strengths."

I nod, appreciating her understanding. "It's been a long journey."

Nikko looks up at Talia. "What about you, Miss Talia? Have you been on many adventures?"

Talia chuckles, leaning back slightly. "Oh, I've had my fair share. I come from a small village, not too far from here. I'm not of royalty or anything grand, but I want to make a name for myself. Prove that I can be more than just another face in the crowd."

Nikko's eyes widen with interest. "That sounds exciting! Do you have any stories?"

Talia smiles warmly. "Well, there was this one time we were deep in the forest, hunting a basilisk that had been terrorizing a nearby village. It was cunning, always staying one step ahead of us. But with patience and teamwork, we finally managed to corner it."

Nikko listens with rapt attention, her tail swishing with excitement. "What happened then?"

"We fought hard," Talia continues. "But we managed to bring it down. The villagers were so grateful. It felt good to help them and prove our worth."

Nikko beams at her. "You're amazing, Miss Talia!"

Talia laughs softly. "Thank you, Nikko. But your Papa here is the real hero tonight."

As the 'night' goes on, we share more stories, the fire crackling between us. Talia and I chat about various adventures and experiences.

Eventually, Talia stifles a yawn. "I think I'll call it a night. It's been a long day." She gets up, stretching before heading to her tent. "Goodnight, everyone."

"Goodnight," we all respond.

Nikko, leaning heavily against me, has fallen asleep, her small body relaxed after the long day. I carefully pick her up and carry her into our tent, tucking her in gently. She snuggles into the blankets, her soft purring filling the space. As I pull the covers over her, I can't help but notice her ears twitch slightly, as if she can sense me even in her sleep. It's always been like that with her—this strange awareness, this ability to sense things no one else can. For a moment, I just stand there, watching her sleep, before turning and heading back out to the fire.

I return to my seat, lighting my pipe and taking a long draw. The night is calm, the crackling fire providing a comforting warmth against the chill of the dungeon's stone walls. Borin joins me after a few moments, sitting down with a contented sigh.

"Apollo's not much of a conversationist, is he?" Borin says with a chuckle, pointing at Apollo, who remains ever vigilant, his gaze scanning the darkness beyond the firelight.

I smile slightly, exhaling a puff of smoke. "Not really. He's more of a doer than a talker."

Borin laughs quietly to himself before his gaze drifts toward the tent where Nikko sleeps. "That little lass of yours... she's somethin' else. I've seen plenty of beast folk in my time—sharp noses, keen ears, good instincts. But sensing danger like she does? That's not something I've ever come across."

I glance toward the tent, my thoughts immediately shifting to Nikko. "What do you mean?"

Borin leans back slightly, stroking his beard. "Beast folk can smell trouble, sure, but they can't sense it the way she does. Sensing monsters, traps—now that's a whole different kind of skill. That's not just instinct. It's... something more, something beyond what most beast folk are capable of."

A flicker of doubt creeps into my mind as I mull over his words. I had noticed it myself—how Nikko seemed to always be a step ahead of danger, her reactions sharper than even my own at times. But I had always assumed it was just part of being a beast folk, that heightened sense of awareness they had. Now, Borin's words cast that assumption into doubt.

I nod slowly, lost in thought as I take another drag from my pipe. Nikko's ears had even twitched when I was looking at her earlier, almost like she could feel my gaze. Could there be something more at play here? Something... else?

Borin stretches, breaking the silence. "Well, it's been an interesting night, but I think I'll call it a night too." He stands, stretching his arms above his head. "Goodnight, Ryu."

"Goodnight," I reply absently, still turning Borin's words over in my mind as he heads toward his tent.

As the fire crackles and Apollo stands watch, I take a long look back at the tent where Nikko sleeps. Her small form is hidden under the blankets, but the thought of her having some kind of ability beyond what even she knows unsettles me. If what Borin says is true, there's more to Nikko than meets the eye—and that's something I'll need to keep in mind moving forward.

For now, though, I exhale a final puff of smoke and close my eyes, letting the calm of the night settle around me. There are many questions left unanswered, but one thing is certain—whatever comes next, I'll protect Nikko with everything I have.

Left alone, I take a deep draw from my pipe, savoring the peace and quiet. The steady crackle of the fire and the soft breaths of my companions create a soothing backdrop. It's a rare moment of tranquility in the chaos of the dungeon, and I embrace it fully, lost in my thoughts as the smoke curls around me.

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The dim light of the dungeon glows faintly around me as I sit in a meditative pose, deep in the currents of the Force. The energy of the dungeon flows through me, a web of interconnected life and emotions. I can sense the adventuring parties far above, the skittering of various monsters, and the gentle rise and fall of breath from my sleeping companions. Each sensation, each presence, becomes a part of my awareness. I feel Nikko's calm, Talia's steady presence, Borin's quiet determination, and the lingering pain and confusion of the injured.

A subtle shift in the air signals Talia's approach. Without opening my eyes, I greet her, "Good morning."

"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice a curious whisper.

"I'm meditating," I reply softly. "This helps me connect with my surroundings," I explain. "It clears my mind and sharpens my senses. I can hear, feel, and perceive things more clearly."

As I speak, I sense Nikko's presence approaching, her small form filled with warmth and affection. My eyes open just as she wraps her arms around me, her head resting against my chest. "Good morning, Papa," she says, her voice muffled.

"Good morning, Nikko," I reply, patting her head gently.

Borin emerges from his tent, a gruff "Good morning" escaping his lips as he stretches and makes his way to check on the injured. Jareth is already there, tending to them with practiced efficiency. Kennan stirs first, blinking against the dim light, while Marla groans, still in visible pain.

Talia joins them, relief evident in her expression. "How are you feeling?" she asks, kneeling beside them.

Kennan manages a weak smile. "Better, though a bit groggy."

Marla, wincing, tries to sit up. "Still hurts like hell," she admits, her voice strained.

Apollo stands guard, its presence a silent sentinel. I rise from my meditative stance, feeling the need to stretch my legs. As I do, Marla's eyes widen, and she reaches for her weapon, suspicion flaring in her eyes as she rushes towards me.

"Marla, stop," Talia interjects, placing a calming hand on her arm. "He's the one who saved us. He killed the dragon."

Marla hesitates, looking between Talia, Borin, and then myself. "Him? Really?"

Borin chuckles. "Believe it. You should've seen it. Never seen anything like it in my life."

Reluctantly, Marla lowers her weapon, though her eyes remain wary. "Alright, if you say so."

As the group settles down for breakfast, the scent of grilled vegetables, meats, and scrambled eggs with cheese crumbles fills the air. Nikko eats eagerly, her ears twitching with delight and her tail swishing back and forth. The sight brings a smile to my face.

Borin watches Apollo, who remains standing guard. "Does he ever sleep?" he mutters.

"I don't think so," Lyara replies, shaking her head. Talia nods in agreement, looking puzzled.

"For real?" Kennan asks, incredulous.

Nikko, between bites, chimes in, "Apollo doesn't need much sleep."

Talia turns her attention to me. "So, what's your plan? What will you do next?"

I take a moment to consider. "Not sure. Maybe continue deeper into the dungeon. There's still a lot to uncover."

Talia's expression shifts slightly, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Given Marla's injuries, we might need to turn back."

Marla interjects, her tone firm. "I'm fine. Ready to fight again."

Jareth supports her, though cautiously. "You're fully healed yes, but we should still take things slow."

Talia looks at me. "And what about Nikko? Was it really a good idea to bring a child into the dungeon?"

"No, it's not ideal." I said as I look at Nikko. Nikko's ears droop slightly at my answer, a flash of hurt crossing her face. I place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "But her keen sense of smell and detection abilities are invaluable. She's been a tremendous help. Also, Apollo acts as her guardian at all times and she never leaves my sight."

Nikko's ears perk up again, her tail swishing joyfully. Marla gives me a skeptical look from her bowl. "Did you really take down that dragon by yourself?"

Talia and Borin both nod, but Marla keeps her eyes on me. "I want to hear it from him."

I meet her gaze calmly. "Yes, I did."

"By yourself?" she presses.

I nod again. "Yes."

A wicked grin spreads across Marla's face. "Then spar with me."

Jareth intervenes, his voice filled with concern. "Marla, you need to take things slow. You haven't fully recovered."

Talia adds, "Is that really necessary?"

Marla, still smirking, insists, "I just want to see what he's capable of."

I hand my and Nikko's bowls to Borin and stand up. "You're eager. I was too when I took my first lesson's," I say, taking a deep breath. "But this isn't just about my capabilities. You want to prove yourself. You fear that your allies don't believe in you anymore. Sparring with me won't satisfy your needs though. You know that right?"

Marla's face hardens, and the rest of the group looks surprised. Nikko's eyes widen with worry, and Apollo shifts slightly, watching intently. "Just shut up and draw your sword already," she hisses.

I continue, "Very well. I'll humor you." Turning to Nikko, I tell her, "I want you to pay close attention Nikko. Consider this one of your lessons."

She nods but still has a worried look on her face. Marla, standing opposite me, glares defiantly. "You shouldn't act so smug," she snaps. "The only reason you were able to defeat the dragon was because of that fancy weapon of yours. I could have killed that dragon just the same if I wielded such a weapon."

I nod, acknowledging her point. "Perhaps. But you mustn't view a weapon as just a tool. A sword is an extension of yourself, a part of your being. It's not just about wielding it; it's about becoming one with it."

Marla's eyes narrow, her frustration evident. "Enough with the lectures. Be ready."

The group steps back, making room for the sparring match. Talia stands next to Nikko, uncertainty in her eyes. Apollo, ever vigilant, decides to stand silently by Nikko's side. Nikko cheers me on, her enthusiasm infectious. The others watch with mixed emotions, except for Kennan, who openly roots for Marla.

"All right, let's get this started," Marla instructs Talia. "Talia, you'll be the referee."

Talia sighs. "Very well. Take your positions."

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We stand at opposite ends of the chamber. Marla draws her sword, a confident smirk on her face. I remain calm, my grip on my sword firm but relaxed. Talia explains the rules, her voice steady. "The winner is the one left standing. If you are incapacitated or get disarmed, you lose. Ready?"

We both nod.

"Three, two, one... begin!"

Marla charges at me, her sword aimed straight at my chest. I meet her attack with ease, blocking her strikes without exerting much effort.

Nikko, watching intently, asks, "Why is Papa just blocking?"

Apollo, ever observant, replies, "He is testing Marla's abilities. With each block, he is probing her defenses and reactions."

Marla overhears this and grows visibly frustrated. "Don't underestimate me!" she taunts, her voice edged with irritation.

I remain silent, taunting her with my sword instead. She charges again, her attacks more aggressive but still lacking in coordination. I block each strike with precision, gradually pushing her back.

"Your stance is too aggressive," I point out, deflecting another wild swing. "You leave yourself open and off-balance."

Marla grits her teeth, trying to focus her attacks. "Stop talking and fight!"

I continue, my voice calm. "Your grip is too tight. You need to hold the sword with purpose, not fear." With a powerful swing, I knock her back. "And you're too eager. You rush in without thinking, which makes you predictable."

Our swords clash, the sound echoing through the chamber. Marla's face flushes with anger and determination. "I'll show you!"

Her strikes become more desperate, her form deteriorating under pressure. I take the opportunity to demonstrate my point. "See? You're overcommitting. Leaving yourself open."

With one final swing, I disarm her. Her sword flies upwards, slamming against the ceiling before clattering to the ground. Marla stands there, stunned and breathless.

Nikko cheers loudly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. Talia can't help but smile a little, though she clearly feels for Marla. The rest of the group watches in awe, the tension dissipating.

I sheath my sword, the look of defeat clear on Marla's face. "You have potential, Marla. But you need to control your emotions and not rely solely on your sword alone."

Marla takes my hand, a mix of frustration and respect in her eyes. "I'll get better. Just you wait."

"That's the spirit," I say, helping her to her feet. "I look forward to the next mock battle."

The group relaxes, the sparring match over. Talia approaches, still processing everything she witnessed. Nikko runs over, her excitement palpable. "Papa, that was amazing! The way you moved and blocked and then disarmed her! Just amazing!"

As the excitement of the sparring match settled, I turned to Nikko. "Were you paying attention?" I asked her.

Nikko nodded eagerly, her cat ears twitching with enthusiasm. "Yes, Papa! You were testing her abilities and defenses and looking for weaknesses, right?"

I smiled, proud of her observation. "Very good, Nikko."

With the sparring session concluded, we began packing up our camp. Marla, though visibly upset for losing, couldn't hide her awe at my abilities. Apollo assisted with packing, its tall, armored figure moving efficiently to gather our belongings. Talia approached me, a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Ryu, I was wondering if we could team up together. I mean your team with my team of course. It is undeniable that you are incredibly strong and Nikko has an amazing sense of smell and detection. I still don't know what your companion, Apollo, can do but I bet he is just as incredible as you are." she says, a hint of nervousness in her voice. "Point is, we could possible dive farther than any other party has in history, together."

Nikko's eyes lit up. "That's a great idea!" she exclaimed.

Apollo, ever succinct, added, "That could work. She is very skilled in archery and close combat."

I considered the proposal. "How far do you plan on going into the dungeon?" I asked.

Talia shrugged. "As far as I can go."

We hadn't really planned how far we would venture. But with a larger group, the possibility of clearing the entire dungeon seemed feasible. Borin and Apollo did an inventory check, and it quickly became apparent that we were low on food and first aid supplies. Jareth was still recovering his mana, and we were out of mana potions. Lyara looked too exhausted to venture further. Also, those monsters don't look so appetizing to me and I'm not feeding Nikko monster flesh.

"We should head back to the surface," Kennan suggested.

Borin nodded but added, "We are low on supplies. We only have enough for one, maybe two days. The problem is we are on the 36th floor. It took us almost two weeks to traverse that distance. We simply don't have the supplies or the no how to travers that distance back."

I interjected, "Not necessarily. I can navigate us back."

Borin looked skeptical. "How?"

I opened a compartment on my glove and activated my gauntlet. A holographic map of the dungeon's interior projected before us. The map is intricate, showing all the maze-like tunnels, the forest level, the desert level, the boss rooms, and numerous other chambers. Our current position was displayed as glowing blue dots.

"I have been mapping all the paths me, Apollo, and Nikko have taken. Nikko's sense of smell can alert us of the presence of monsters so we'll be able to reach the surface in no time."

The group stared in amazement. The hologram provided a detailed and clear view of our journey, giving them a renewed sense of hope. They all agreed and finished packing up. Lyara, however, was still too tired to move. Apollo stepped forward. "I can carry her," it stated.

Borin protested, "Na-ah. You've barely eaten or slept. I may be short, but I can help her."

Without waiting for further discussion, Apollo lifted Lyara gently but swiftly onto his back. She gasped in surprise at the unexpected movement. "I am operating just fine," Apollo said firmly. Lyara protested at first, but soon gave up.

As we prepared to head out, Nikko tugged at my cloak. "Papa, can you carry me too?"

I smiled and hoisted her onto my back. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her tail curling happily.

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We began our journey back to the surface, the group moving with a renewed sense of purpose. The detailed holographic map guided us through the winding tunnels and treacherous paths, ensuring we stayed on the right track. The maze-like tunnels unfold before us; their intricacies clearly depicted in the hologram. The forest level with its dense, shadowy foliage, the harsh expanses of the desert level, and the imposing boss rooms were all laid out with precision.

As we walked, the atmosphere lightened, and the sense of camaraderie grew stronger. The journey back, though challenging, felt more hopeful with each step guided by the map. The thought of reaching the surface and replenishing our supplies kept everyone's spirits high.

Finally, we approached the exit of the dungeon, the faint light of the surface world beckoning us forward. Night has fallen over Curville, and though some activity remains, the streets are quieter than usual. Most shops have closed, leaving only inns and restaurants open. Talia, Borin, Kennan, and Marla show clear signs of fatigue. I feel the weariness too but am adept at masking it. Nikko, still on my back, has fallen asleep.

The inn Talia and her group hoped to stay in is full, as are the other inns they know of. "I know a place," I tell them, guiding them to the 'Whispering Pines' Inn.

Inside, Edith greets us warmly, her face lighting up with a smile. "Ryu, Nikko, Apollo, you're back safely!" she exclaims.

Talia and her group introduce themselves, and Edith, ever gracious, welcomes them to her inn. "I only have three rooms left," she says apologetically.

Nikko stirs awake, delighted to see Edith. Edith, noticing this, asks, "Are you all hungry?"

Everyone except Apollo nods. Jareth, Kennan, and Borin decide to share a room, while Talia, Marla, and Lyara take another. Apollo, Nikko, and I take our old room. Apollo and Lyara retreat to their rooms immediately, Lyara requesting her friends bring her some food later.

After quickly dropping off our gear, we gather in the dining room. Edith soon brings out bowls of a thick, hearty stew over rice. The rich aroma fills the room, making Nikko's eyes light up with excitement.

"This looks amazing!" Nikko says, diving into her bowl. I can't help but smile at her enthusiasm as I take a bite. The rest of the group enjoys the meal too, much to Edith's delight.

As we eat, Edith approaches me, handing over several letters. "These arrived for you a couple of days ago," she says.

I recognize two of the letters from the guild and one from Elara. Opening the first, I find a formal apology from the guild master for the murder accusation. The second letter states that I am free to leave the city and continue operating with the guild. The letter from Elara informs me that Nikko's knife is ready.

"Nikko, your knife is ready," I tell her.

Her eyes widen with excitement. "Really? I can't wait to see it!"

Marla, curious, asks, "Why is she getting a knife?"

"I'll feel a lot safer if she has a means to protect herself," I explain. "This world has its dangers, after all."

Talia then asks, "Are you going back to the dungeon?"

I shake my head. "I thought it over during our way back and, I've had enough of the dungeons for now. I want to head back to Arroyo. I've got some things to take care of here but then I'll be leaving."

"Arroyo? What's that?" Nikko asks.

"It's a big city far from here, but you'll like it there." I tell her. Turning back to Talia, I continue, "I want to take on more quests there and see more of the world. There's so much I haven't seen yet."

Talia nods, her disappointment evident. She gets up and tells everyone goodnight, her tone tinged with upset emotions. I'm a bit confused by her reaction, but before I can think more about it, Marla speaks up.

"The trip through the dungeon has been a lot on her," Marla says, but I sense there's more to it than that. Talia is upset with me for some reason.

Borin interrupts my thoughts. "Ryu, what was that thing you used? That glowing map your glove emitted? I've never seen anything like that."

Nikko chimes in, "It was really beautiful, Papa!"

I think quickly, producing a plausible story. "My leather glove is enchanted," I say, "It's capable of showing a display of any place I've been to. I found it in the dungeon the last time I was there."

Nikko looks a bit suspicious, but I pat her on the head, her suspicious look turning into a wide smile.

"That's an incredible magical garment," Borin says, clearly impressed.

I retrieve my pipe and light it, summoning a tiny flame on my finger. Edith and Mary clear the table as Borin watches with fascination.

"Could you light my pipe too?" Borin asks, holding out his pipe.

"Sure," I say, lighting it for him.

Meanwhile, Jareth and Kennan ask for seconds, and Edith happily obliges.

"So, are you going back to the dungeon tomorrow?" I ask Borin between puffs of smoke.

Borin shakes his head. "This was only a temporary gig. Talia formed this party, promising us good coin and a good dungeon run, and she's fulfilled that promise. With my share, I'm heading back to my kingdom to buy my own mine."

Kennan, with his mouth full, states, "I'm heading for the Shodo Desert. There's another dungeon there I want to check out."

Marla, with a determined look, says, "I'll be doing some training to get stronger. We'll have our rematch soon, Ryu."

"I look forward to that day," I respond, noticing Nikko has fallen asleep. "Goodnight, everyone," I say as I carefully pick up Nikko. She stirs slightly but remains asleep.

I gently carry Nikko to our room. The room is quiet, and the atmosphere is calm as I tuck her into bed. Apollo stands by the window, watching over the sleeping city. I lie down beside Nikko who immediately moves closer to me. Her gently purring helps me drift off into a deep slumber.

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In another room, Talia stands by the window, her gaze fixed on the quiet city below. The full moon bathes the room in a soft, silvery glow, casting long shadows that dance with every movement. The night is calm, broken only by the occasional rustle of Lyara turning in her sleep. Talia's gear is neatly arranged on a chair, and she wears a simple shirt and pants, a stark contrast to her usual adventuring attire.

The door creaks open, and Talia turns to see Marla stepping in. Marla's eyes widen slightly in surprise. "You're still awake? What's wrong?" she asks, removing her armor and placing the pieces carefully on the table.

Talia mumbles, "Nothing's wrong," but the way she looks away gives her true feelings away.

Marla steps closer, her voice taking on a teasing edge. "Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me everything?"

Talia sighs, crossing her arms. "What do you mean?"

Marla smirks, a knowing glint in her eyes. "It's Ryu, isn't it?"

Talia's face flushes instantly, her cheeks turning crimson as she stammers, "No, it's not!"

Marla laughs softly, shaking her head. "Oh, please. I've noticed the way you've been looking at him." She takes a step back, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "But honestly, I don't get what you see in him. He's not that interesting."

"That's not true!" Talia snaps, regretting it almost immediately.

Marla points a finger at her, a smug grin spreading across her face. "Ha! You do like him."

"Be quiet! He could hear us," Talia hisses, glancing toward the door.

Marla chuckles, clearly enjoying the moment. "I'm surprised, really. You've had plenty of adventurers hit on you, and you turned them all down. What makes Ryu so different?"

Talia sighs, turning her gaze back to the moonlit cityscape. She hesitates for a moment, then says quietly, "He's... different. There's something about him. The way he carries himself, how he fights, how he treats people. There's a kindness in him, but also something... mysterious."

Marla raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Wow. Didn't expect you to open up like that." She sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back casually. "So what are you going to do? He's leaving tomorrow."

Talia's heart sinks at the reminder. "I don't know. The party's dissolving tomorrow anyway."

Marla shrugs. "Then go with him. What's the worst that could happen?"

Talia hesitates, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. "What if he says no?"

Marla shakes her head. "Nikko likes the idea, and even Apollo—who barely says anything—seems to think it's a good idea. I doubt he'll say no."

Talia bites her lip, uncertainty gnawing at her. She glances at Marla, who is now lying back comfortably, her teasing grin softening. "Just ask him," Marla encourages.

Talia moves to her side of the bed, her mind racing. As she lies down, Marla's voice breaks the silence again. "I wonder why he hides his face."

"Marla, shut it," Talia mutters, rolling her eyes.

"Maybe he has a hideous face," Marla teases, her voice filled with mischief.

"If you don't shut it, you'll be sleeping outside," Talia threatens playfully.

Marla giggles softly before settling in, leaving Talia alone with her swirling thoughts.

By morning, the soft light of dawn filters into the room, casting a warm glow across the walls. Talia glances around, realizing she's alone. Her gear is still neatly placed on the chair. Quickly dressing in her armor and securing her weapons, she steps out of the room, rehearsing what she wants to say to Ryu.

As she steps into the hallway, she notices Ryu's door is slightly ajar. Peeking inside, she sees the towering knight, dressed in heavy plated armor, methodically reaching into a pouch of holding and pulling out handfuls of purple crystals, depositing them into large burlap sacks. Two full sacks lean against the wall, next to his shield, spear, and sheathed sword. The knight turns his head, noticing her presence.

Startled, Talia steps inside. "Good morning," she begins, her voice a little shaky.

The knight pauses briefly, then returns to his task. "Good morning," he responds in his usual monotone.

"Where are Ryu and Nikko?" Talia asks, trying to steady her voice.

"They are not here," the knight replies, his focus still on the crystals.

Talia frowns. "I can see that. Where did they go?"

"They went out to run errands," the knight answers, still focused on his work.

Frustration creeps into Talia's voice. "Specifically, where?"

The knight finally stops and turns toward her. His imposing figure towers over her, the slits in his helmet dark and unreadable. "Your heart is beating irregularly fast, and your breathing is uneven. Are you ill?" he asks, his tone tinged with curiosity despite his emotionless voice.

Talia blushes, stammering, "No, I'm fine."

The knight tilts his head slightly, observing her. "What do you need from Ryu and Nikko?"

Talia hesitates, then says softly, "I just wanted to ask them something."

The knight studies her for a moment before speaking. "Ryu will be meeting me at the adventurers' guild later. You may accompany me if you wish."

Talia nods quickly. "That would be great. Thank you."

Talia heads downstairs to find Marla, Lyara, and Jareth already seated at the dining table, enjoying breakfast and tea served by Edith. They greet her cheerfully, though Marla can't resist a teasing grin. "Why do you look so flustered?" she asks with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"It's nothing," Talia mutters, sliding into a seat and trying to hide her embarrassment.

Edith approaches with a warm smile. "What can I get for you, dear?"

"Whatever they're having, please," Talia replies, her voice quieter than usual.

Edith nods and disappears into the kitchen. Talia takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "Where is everyone?" she asks, attempting to steer the conversation away from herself.

Lyara speaks up between sips of her tea. "Borin and Kennan left early, and Ryu and Nikko are out running some errands."

Jareth, ever observant, adds, "Apollo's upstairs, packing up. Quite the odd fellow, isn't he?"

Marla nods, rolling her eyes. "I tried having a conversation with him, but he barely acknowledged me. No personality at all."

"He doesn't seem much for conversations," Talia agrees, though her mind is elsewhere. She can't shake her thoughts about Ryu. What if he leaves without me? What if he says no?

Lyara, always quick to pick up on others' emotions, narrows her eyes at Talia. "Talia, what's going on? You've been acting strange."

Before Talia can answer, Marla leans over and whispers something to Lyara. Whatever she says makes Lyara's eyes widen, and a sly grin spreads across her face. Talia immediately tenses. That look can't be good.

"What did you tell her?" Talia demands, suspicion creeping into her voice.

Jareth, catching the secretive exchange, leans in, curious. Marla gestures for him to come closer, and when she whispers the same thing to him, his eyes grow wide in shock.

"Seriously? Him?" Jareth exclaims, loud enough to turn a few heads from other tables.

Talia's face flushes deep red, her anger and embarrassment flaring. "Did you really have to tell them?" she snaps, her voice sharp.

Marla giggles, thoroughly enjoying the situation. "I'm not exactly one for keeping secrets."

Lyara chuckles, clearly amused. "It's pretty obvious, Talia. I saw the way you were looking at him yesterday. You're not exactly subtle."

Mortified, Talia buries her face in her hands. "Who else knows?" she groans.

At that moment, Edith returns with a hearty breakfast—a plate of scrambled eggs, grilled vegetables, crispy bacon, and a steaming cup of tea. She sets it down in front of Talia, who mumbles a quiet thanks, trying to recover from the embarrassment.

Sensing the tension, Marla changes the subject. "This inn is lovely. Probably the most peaceful night's sleep I've had, even sharing a bed with two others."

Lyara nods in agreement, her fork in hand. "Definitely better than most inns we've stayed in. I'm coming back here for sure."

Talia relaxes slightly, grateful for the shift in conversation. "What's everyone planning to do next?"

Lyara takes a sip of tea and replies, "I'm heading back to Eldoria. With the money from this dungeon run, I'll be able to enroll in the Eldoria Magic Academy. I'm going to become an Arch-Mage."

Marla grins, her competitive spirit showing. "I'll continue my training. And maybe challenge Ryu to another duel."

Lyara snorts. "You sure you want to get your butt kicked again?"

Marla huffs, waving her off. "Oh, shut it. I'll be ready next time."

Talia smiles at the banter, but her mind is still racing. Lyara turns to her, raising an eyebrow. "And what about you, Talia? What's your plan?"

Talia hesitates, the words sticking in her throat. "I'm... I'm thinking about asking Ryu if I can go with him."

The table falls quiet for a second before Marla and Lyara exchange knowing glances and giggle softly.

"Good luck," Lyara teases, smirking.

Before Talia can respond, she notices Apollo descending the stairs. The knight strides into the room, carrying four large burlap sacks over its shoulders, its shield and spear strapped to its back, and its sword sheathed at its hip. Without a word, Apollo approaches Edith, handing her payment for the stay and the meals, then turns to leave.

Seeing that her chance is slipping away, Talia quickly shovels food into her mouth, hardly tasting it. She gulps down her tea, wincing at its heat, and shoots up from her chair.

"Don't forget to pay," the knight says flatly, already heading for the door.

Talia hurries to Edith, fumbling for her coin pouch as Marla and Lyara watch, stifling their laughter.

"Till next time! Safe travels!" Marla calls after her, waving dramatically.

Talia shoots them an annoyed glare before rushing after Apollo, who has already stepped outside. She pays Edith quickly and bolts for the door, catching up just in time.

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Outside, the morning sun bathes Curville in a golden glow. The streets are bustling with activity—merchants setting up their stalls, adventurers preparing for their quests, and children running through the cobblestone streets. The air is filled with the sounds of conversation, the clatter of carts, and the hum of daily life.

Walking beside Apollo, Talia tries to engage him in conversation, asking him about various mundane topics. The droid's responses are short, monotone, and uninterested, frustrating her with his lack of personality. How do Ryu and Nikko deal with him? she wonders.

Her thoughts inevitably drift back to Ryu, her heart pounding faster with every step. Gathering her courage, she blurts out, "What do you think of Ryu?"

Apollo turns his head slightly, his blank visor unreadable. "Why do you ask?" he replies in his usual monotone.

Blushing furiously, Talia fumbles for words. "I'm just... curious."

The knight pauses for a moment, as if considering the question. "Ryu is someone who does not care for titles or status. He fights for those he cares about."

Talia's heart flutters at the response, a warmth spreading through her chest. He fights for those he cares about. She feels herself smiling slightly, despite the tension. The knight, however, seems to notice more.

"Your heart is beating faster again," Apollo observes. "Why?"

Talia stammers, her face flushing even more. "I... I think he's amazing. The way he fights, the way he cares for Nikko... and that air of mystery he has. It's just... intriguing."

Apollo tilts his head slightly, then falls back into silence, his armored steps echoing on the cobblestones. Talia's pulse races as they continue on toward the adventurers' guild.

They arrive at the grand guild hall, bustling with activity as adventurers gather to plan quests and turn in rewards. The air is filled with excitement and chatter, the large mission board covered in papers, adventurers clustered around, debating their next venture.

Apollo approaches the reception desk. The young woman behind it greets him with a polite smile. "Good morning. How can I help you?"

Apollo places the four burlap sacks on the counter, his movements precise and calculated. "I want to exchange these for money," he says in his usual monotone voice. He opens each sack, revealing nearly overflowing piles of purple crystals in three, and various monster parts in the fourth.

The receptionist's eyes widen in surprise, as do Talia's. "This will take a moment to count and process," she stammers, her voice shaking slightly. "You can wait over there," she gestures toward a row of chairs by the far wall.

Apollo gives a curt nod and moves to sit down, his heavy footsteps echoing on the wooden floor. The receptionist quickly gestures to two employees to help move the sacks, and they struggle under the weight, needing both of them to carry each one.

Talia, still standing by the counter, stares in disbelief at the knight. "How strong is he to carry all of these so effortlessly?" she wonders aloud, her voice filled with awe.

The receptionist's voice snaps her out of her thoughts. "Miss, do you have any crystals to turn in?"

Talia blinks, shaking off her surprise. "Yes, I do." She empties her pouch of holdings onto the counter, a respectable mound of purple crystals pouring out. However, compared to Apollo's haul, hers seems far less impressive.

"Please wait as well," the receptionist says, gesturing again to the chairs. Talia nods and sits beside Apollo, feeling the awkward tension between them.

For a few moments, they sit in silence, the din of the guild hall around them. Talia fidgets, tapping her foot, the silence making her increasingly uncomfortable. Finally, she clears her throat, trying to break the tension. "So... you really don't talk much, do you?"

Apollo turns his head slightly toward her, his expressionless visor hiding any emotion. "I speak when necessary."

Talia sighs, her frustration evident. "Do you ever get tired of being so... quiet all the time?"

"No," Apollo replies bluntly, his tone as flat as ever.

Talia huffs, crossing her arms in frustration. "How do Ryu and Nikko deal with you?"

Apollo turns fully toward her, his imposing presence hard to ignore. "They understand my purpose," he says simply, offering no further explanation.

Talia frowns, unsatisfied. "Do you ever... I don't know... joke around?"

"No," comes the same emotionless response.

"Of course not," she mutters under her breath, feeling like she's talking to a brick wall. She changes the subject, hoping to get more out of him. "Is there anything you do want to talk about?"

"No."

Talia sighs again, louder this time. "You're really something, you know that?"

Apollo's response is silence, his attention seemingly elsewhere. The frustration builds within her, but she lets it go, realizing that trying to get a conversation out of Apollo is futile.

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Time drags on as they wait, the hustle and bustle of the adventurers' guild playing out around them. Groups of adventurers pass by, some celebrating a successful quest, others planning their next one. The constant chatter, the clinking of armor and weapons, and the low hum of magical energies fill the air. Talia watches it all, her mind drifting to Ryu once again. Will he say yes? The thought sends a nervous flutter through her chest.

Finally, the receptionist approaches with a pouch of coins, handing it to Talia. "Here's your payment. Please hand me your guild badge for processing."

Talia pulls the badge from under her clothes, handing it over. The receptionist disappears behind the counter to finish processing, leaving Talia in awkward silence once again.

Just then, she notices movement by the entrance. Her heart skips a beat as she sees the cloaked figure of Ryu stepping into the guild hall, with Nikko by his side. The little girl radiates joy, her eyes wide with excitement as she spots Apollo and Talia. She rushes over, her cat ears perked up and her tail swishing energetically.

"Look, Apollo! I got my knife!" Nikko exclaims, proudly displaying the sheathed weapon at her waist.

Apollo nods at her, his silent acknowledgment making Nikko beam with pride. She turns to Talia, her eyes gleaming. "What are you doing here?"

Before Talia can answer, she sees Ryu approaching the reception desk. The sight of him makes her heart race again. Before she can gather her thoughts, Apollo suddenly speaks up, "Talia wants to tag along."

Talia's eyes widen in shock. "Apollo! Why would you—"

But Nikko's face lights up, and she runs to Ryu, tugging at his cloak, eagerly pointing in Talia's direction. Though Talia can't hear what Nikko is saying, she can tell from the little girl's animated gestures that it's about her. Ryu looks over at Talia, and despite the shadow of his hood concealing his expression, she can feel the weight of his gaze on her.

As Ryu and Nikko approach, Talia's nerves spiral. Her heart feels like it's pounding out of her chest. What if he says no?

Ryu speaks first, his voice calm and measured. "So, you want to come with us?"

Talia swallows hard, her mind racing. She feels a surge of frustration toward Apollo for exposing her intentions so bluntly, but she tries to compose herself. "Yes," she says, her voice more confident than she feels. "If that's alright with you."

Ryu studies her for a moment, his face still hidden beneath his hood. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he nods. "It won't be a problem if you want to tag along."

Relief floods through Talia, and she can't help but let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Thank you," she says sincerely, her gratitude palpable.

Just then, the receptionist reappears, bowing slightly as she addresses Ryu. "I apologize for my rude behavior the last time you were here."

Ryu waves her off with a casual gesture. "It's fine, Meridith."

But the receptionist shakes her head, her expression remorseful. "No, it was terrible of me to judge you like that."

Nikko pipes up, her voice sharp. "You were really mean to Papa!"

Ryu chuckles softly at Nikko's defense, ruffling her hair affectionately. "It's okay, Nikko."

Meridith looks genuinely remorseful. "Yes, I was. I hope you can forgive me."

Ryu assures her, "It was simply a misunderstanding. I forgive you."

The receptionist smiles warmly before returning to her desk. Baffled, Talia asks, "What was that about?"

Ryu simply replies, "Just a misunderstanding."

A bit of jealousy wells up in Talia as she looks over at the receptionist. What did she do that required such an apology? And why does she look at Ryu that way?

Nikko then approaches Talia, showing off her new knife. Talia smiles at her. "That's a very nice knife, Nikko."

Nikko pulls out her knife to show it off more, but Ryu tells her, "Put it away. When can you draw your knife, Nikko?"

Nikko's ears droop and her tail stills as she answers, "Only when I'm in danger." She puts the knife away obediently.

Meridith returns, holding a tray with their guild badges and a very large pouch of coins. Talia is taken aback by the amount. The receptionist smiles at Ryu and Apollo now standing silently behind Nikko. "Congratulations on reaching gold rank! It's a well-deserved achievement."

"Thank you," Ryu replies, his tone even.

Upon seeing she is still a silver rank, Talia frowns.

The receptionist then looks at Talia. "And you, Talia, don't be discouraged. Keep up the hard work."

Talia forces a smile. "Thanks," she says, but inside, she feels a pang of disappointment. She's been working so hard, yet it feels like she's not making as much progress as she should. And then there's Ryu, with his mysterious abilities and incredible strength, already surpassing her.

"Congratulations," she adds to Ryu and Apollo, trying to hide her feelings.

"Thank you," Ryu replies, his tone even. Apollo simply nods.

Nikko beams at Talia. "I'm glad you're coming with us!"

As they prepare to leave, Talia can't help but glance back at Meridith, who watches them with a warm smile. A part of her still feels a bit jealous, wondering what her connection to Ryu is. But for now, she pushes those thoughts aside and focuses on the adventure ahead.