Damian slumped into the chair, still feeling nauseated as the portal closed behind him. Nearby, Tristan stood where they had created the waygate, alongside the pugilist and a stranger built like a pro MMA fighter. The man's army uniform was stretched tight over his bulging muscles, and Damian half expected the buttons to pop off and fly in his direction.
The stranger had no mana, but his sheer emanating aura made it clear he wasn't someone to take lightly. The way he looked at Vidalia—not with fear or admiration, but with casual curiosity and a bit of anger—told Damian this was most likely Bonecrusher, someone on her level.
'Ah, he is an overpowered pugilist who can beat people to pulp, hence Bonecrusher – System did no creativity on his transcendent title, I see...'
"Lady Vidalia, you're finally back… Where—" Tristan began, but Vidalia cut him off.
"What time is it? How long were we gone?"
