After defeating all the rank I monsters, Adam carried the unconscious Zev and left the dungeon, returning to the small camp he had set up earlier.
When he stepped outside, he found the snow falling relentlessly once again. The gray sky made the landscape dull and silent.
He trudged through the snow until he reached the camp.
Once there, he carefully laid Zev down on the blankets. The bandages were already stained with dried blood.
Adam gathered some pieces of wood and lit the fire.
The flames began to crackle slowly, casting a warm light on the snow.
The heat began to dispel the cold that had clung to the young man's body.
Adam stood for a few seconds, watching it. Then he sat down on a throne and evaluated his battle against the rank I monsters.
Although he managed to kill them all, he did so mainly using only swordsmanship and not combining it with magic as he had planned.
That frustrated him a little.
