Bel and Novaria walked in silence through the hospital halls. A few guards stood nearby, tense and cautious, their hands resting near their weapons as their eyes tracked the pair.
Novaria's face was serious, her jaw tight, but even then, a small tear formed at the edge of her eye. She wiped it away before it could fall, looking ahead with determination.
Bel was walking in front, but he could feel it and nodded slightly.
"Good," he said, his voice low. "Use that pain. Let your will and your emotions become your second heart. Remember it every time you're cornered."
Novaria gave a small nod in return.
"What do we do next, my lord?"
Bel's gaze drifted forward, but just for a second, his eyes dropped to a faint, glowing panel only he could see, his inventory screen. One item glimmered in particular: [Dungeon Key: Category B]
He closed the window with a blink.
"We fulfill our promise," he said. "We begin building the army."
