"The thing about these specific people is that they do not drop any EXP." Caelus clicked his tongue as he looked away from the corpses and eyed Sylvia.
"Are you fine? Your clothes have blood on them," Caelus asked, hurrying over to her side.
Sylvia did not reply. She was still staring at him with an utterly baffled look on her flawless face.
She felt like she was trapped inside a dream. A world where her partner was not constantly looked down upon for his trash affinity. A world where he was terrifyingly strong enough to crush anyone in his path.
She looked at Caelus, who was now standing right in front of her with genuine concern, and slowly pinched her own cheek to make sure she was awake.
Her expression then shifted into an exaggerated pout.
"I am fine, but I am also very sad," she whispered softly, closing the distance between them.
