It shimmered faintly—a rare-quality item that would fetch a good price or prove useful later. He added it to his inventory, his mind already considering the implications of the fight.
"The bear was an Elite Boss," Arthur muttered, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully. "The one before it was pseudo-elite. The power of these monsters is ramping up fast."
He crossed his arms, his gaze shifting to Sylvaris, who was coiled on the ground, hissing softly as if relishing the victory.
"If this trend keeps up, I'll be fighting a monster at the Epic-rank Boss next. And at higher levels, I will be versing something even stronger than Epic-rank Boss." Arthur's tone was grim, though a flicker of interest remained in his eyes.
The system's prompt appeared before Arthur again.
[Would you like to rest?] [Yes | No]
