"Master Faluel, please, take the girls home. I'm going to take a walk." Lith said.
"What about-" Faluel Warped Morok back to Ajatar's lair while the Tyrant was still talking to Quylla.
"-a date?"
"I'm flattered by your feelings, but I'm your master. We'll talk about this once your apprenticeship is over." Ajatar laughed his ass off while saving that moment on a recording device.
"As if I'd ask a scaly ass like you out. What's that device for?"
"Blackmail material." The Drake kept laughing for a few minutes.
"Solus is right. Training non-stop can leave you exposed to an attack." Faluel's panting slowly returned to a normal breathing as her violet core drew world energy from her surroundings.
"Once I get home, I'm not going to have enough peace of mind to train. Don't worry, I'll get plenty of rest." Lith replied.
