Vale patted Awilix on the back as he entered the level flooring of his dungeon.
"Glad to see you've finally survived a battle without coming out a bloody mess."
Stumbling a little, Awilix turned and hissed:
"And I see you finally grew brave enough to… what? Walk a few steps outside the dungeon?"
Shrugging with a smug look on his face, Vale muttered:
"I'll have you know I love being cooped up in my dungeon."
Salome, to Vale's left, blushed a little, remembering his reasoning for that statement. Then she added:
"Though, weren't our opponents a little weak?"
Vale replied:
"They were. But as far as I'm concerned, it's a victory."
At the word 'victory,' a corporealized Mias tilted his head away while wearing a sour look.
'Ah… figured.'
Mias was more aware of the battle than anyone else — he still had a portion of himself playing eyes in the sky and all — meaning he also knew what Vale already suspected: the force Vale faced was a test.
