Is this normal for you guys? I mean, such odds?" Seated cross-legged far away from the main battle, Cyrus asked, looking up at Hamdel as he healed him.
"Ehn, I guess you can say so… there are a few physcos in our cohort," Hamdel smiled, looking at Victoria and the rest go wild on a mythic beast.
They had always been going up against beasts that were out of their league long before they entered Yellow… they had tasted the blood of sacred beasts… fighting against a mythic beast was much more challenging, but wasn't so different.
"I see, at least some of you are normal," Cyrus nodded, turning back to the battle.
If everyone in their cohort behaved like those four, they would sooner die on this path than actually succeed; it made sense for Hamdel to be the cool-headed one.
"Ahhh, yes…I'm like the wise grandpa of the cohort," Hamdel laughed loudly.
He was old now, but he had his fair share of crazy encounters. If not, how would he have even qualified to come here?
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