Exile sighed as his consciousness returned to his body in the bar. Seated around the table were the others. Their eyes had turned cloudy. Exile let out a small smile as he hoped that they would be able to finish the Quest without him. However, he was certain that Old Un would be able to lead them through the sandstorm. For now, all he could do was wait for the results.
His mind turned to Parthus as a complicated expression crossed his face. He was unsure if declaring a Holy War would lead him to fight Parthus again. However, he knew that he had to become stronger before they met again.
This Quest had knocked his growing ego down a few pegs again. Just as he thought he was climbing the ranks, he came across someone who was still stronger than himself. 'I have to assume that I haven't moved up a single rank. But this at least showed me that the gaps between ranks may not be as big as I thought.'
