Damien strolled out of the Bloodkeep battle arena with a relaxed posture, a small cloth bag jingling in his hand. The weight of the primal stones, a thousand mid-grade to be precise, felt satisfying. He couldn't help but flash a sheepish grin at Selene, who walked beside him. Her soft chuckle echoed through the pathways, and she arched an eyebrow at his smug expression.
"Enjoying the spoils of your victory, I see," she teased, her voice filled with amusement.
Damien shrugged, still grinning. "It's not every day you earn this much from a fight," he said, tossing the bag up in the air and catching it again.
Selene's amusement lingered for a moment before her expression grew more curious. "Speaking of the fight... if you don't mind me asking, what was that blood art you used against Faren?"
