The three hundred-plus members of Leo's team had gathered around him, their solemn mood feeling more like a funeral procession for their fallen leader, Skyblade, than a simple farewell.
Yet, there was also a palpable sense of relief in the air.
"Screw all of you bastards…"
At first, Leo had listened with a smug, self-satisfied grin, basking in the attention.
But the longer it went on, the more he started to taste something off in their words.
This was just… wrong.
"You little shits," he finally grumbled, cutting through the faux-eulogies. "From now on, don't you dare go all-out on the DPS if I'm not there to tank for your reckless asses."
With that, he stomped over to where Ethan was standing.
Ethan watched him approach, a knowing smirk on his face. The guy even looked a little misty-eyed. Ethan reached out and clapped him on the shoulder, then turned his gaze upwards toward the mountain peak.
