"Yes, I do," Tatehan said as he walked over to the pilot's seat and essentially collapsed into it, almost lying down completely. He was profoundly exhausted, and the only thing he wanted to avoid more than anything right now was standing for extended periods.
He also desperately needed a bath. Fighting sixty-one shadow goblins had been one hell of a stressful endeavor.
All that jumping, dodging, rapid movements, and sustained high-speed combat. The physical and mental toll was definitely catching up with him now.
After bathing, he planned to eat something substantial and then sleep for an extended period. Maybe take two full days off from everything, doing only minimal activities while he recovered fully.
"I genuinely think it's a good strategic decision," Tatehan continued, looking through the viewport that displayed the desolate Martian landscape outside.
