As hours passed and the sun dipped below Creamont's broken skyline, Reidar departed the base once more, mounted atop one of his summoned crows. The massive bird carried him away from the Spriggans' base, soaring away from the safety of their territory and toward the dangerous hunting grounds where high-level monsters prowled.
The voices of the meeting had been replaced by the silence pervading the rest of Creamont, where Reidar moved through the shattered buildings surrounded by his summons.
He needed levels. Aaron was at level 297, and the gap between them was too wide. Even with his summons. Even with his tactics, that difference mattered. It had mattered when Aaron's barrier had held against everything Reidar had thrown at it. It would matter in their next fight.
Then Reidar landed on a broken spire, looking at the streets below in search of prey. However, he couldn't stop thinking about the small skirmish he had had with the man.
