Whoosh! Whoosh!
"I'm beat." Being the first to get out of the rift, Valyr laid down on the ground as he let the cold air blowing throughout the room caress his entire body, feeling his physical and mental exhaustion disappear with every passing second.
"I did tell you not to push yourself so hard, brat." As for Noel, he let out a low sigh as he got out of the rift, slowly shaking his head as he dismantled the magic circle powering the entrance to the Shadow Plane. "In any case, are you finally used to your new subclass?"
"More than used to it at this point, Elder Noel." In response, Valyr beamed a grin. "With how much fighting I've had to do in the Shadow Plane during those past couple of days, you could even say that it's a natural extension of myself at this point."
"Truly crazy," murmured Noel as he sat down on his bed, his mind recalling all of the fighting he had seen Valyr engage in during the time they were in the Shadow Plane.
