Uriel's stats had increased; however, he still didn't feel much stronger, though the fatigue in his arms and the weight of the hammer had lessened a bit.
Now they were ready to head to the second zone.
Still, why was he the only one who still had a normal class like tank? Right now they had a necromancer and a battle mage—he wanted something cool like that too.
Time passed as the team lit campfires and kept warm. There was still one last thing they had to do before leaving, something necessary for every team.
"We need to choose a team leader."
Miguel was the most concerned about this; honestly, Uriel was too. The small conflicts kept happening.
"Why do we need something like a leader? Does your Western brain not see beyond having a figure to follow?"
Anastasia didn't like the idea of someone being above the others, so she criticized the need to choose a leader.
However, it was necessary. She was the only one bothered by it, so she was quickly ignored.
Miguel spoke again.
