"Hey, Silas, how are you feeling?" Emily's voice echoed through the connector, carrying a tone of genuine concern.
Silas offered a small, weary smile. "I'm getting there. The Remedists here are doing their thing. I'll be back on my feet soon."
"That's good to hear. The last match was intense. How's the recovery going?" Emily inquired, her digital avatar mirroring her curiosity.
Silas sighed, the weight of his injuries apparent. "It's a process. Calix and Marlene are up and about, but I got the short end of the stick. At least I can still provide some support in the next match."
"Sucks to hear… anyways, why'd you call? I assume you didn't call just for some pity, right?"
"Yeah. I was wondering… I maxed out my level. Ummmm… what do I do now?"
"Level?"
"Yeah, you know, the bar beneath your class or subclass."
"I have no clue what you're talking about?" Emily responded, causing a shiver to shoot down Silas's spine.
