"So, I can't have more arms," Kyle said. "Only beasts can do that."
Theodor didn't dignify that with an answer. He was already tired of this topic. π³πΏππππ²ππ»ππππ₯.ππ π
Kyle sighed. "Well, alright. Guess I'm going to enter your weird cave some other time, then. Feels a bit too spicy right now."
Theodor still didn't answer.
Kyle threw one last glance at the mountain before he left.
'Gotta prepare. If I eat a bit more ore and meat, I should be able to advance in just a couple of months.'
Eventually, Kyle left Forest Haven Cradle and went back to the safe pathway.
'They probably have already passed this place,' he thought as he started running towards the south.
Sure enough, some time later, he saw the caravan and joined the others.
"You done?" Falk asked.
"Yep," Kyle said with a smile.
"What did you do?" Serene asked.
"Settled a debt," Kyle said.
"Did you kill somebody?" Michael asked.
"What? No! I owed an old friend some money, and I repaid my debts," Kyle said.
"Oh," Michael said with a bit of surprise. "People usually use that phrase when they've killed somebody."
"Huh, it does sound kind of ominous," Kyle said.
Nothing had happened while Kyle was gone, and after he came back, Lily sent out the next batch of golems to gather more combat information.
The journey back went smoothly, and some hours later, everyone left the peninsula.
"Feels good to be back home," Kyle said as he jumped down from the wagon he had been riding.
"Thank you for your work," the leader of the caravan said. "The payment has already been given to your Guild before we left."
Kyle nodded. "Thank you for choosing the Stark Brotherhood," he said with a polite smile.
Team Sandstorm returned to Starkhold and finished the mission.
Falk sold the valuables from the beasts they had killed, netting them another nine Ether Stones, which were split amongst the members.
Life returned to the usual.
Mining, refining, the occasional mission, and so on.
Like this, two more months passed.
At this moment, Kyle was sitting in his room, focusing on a translucent rune hovering over his right hand.
Ether was gathering on the rune at incredible rates.
From time to time, the rune warped.
It seemed like it was just about to collapse, but somehow, it didn't.
"Now!" Theodor shouted.
Kyle grabbed a small hammer with his left hand, moved the rune to a piece of metal in front of him, and hit it.
BANG!
The rune was pressed into a mold inside the piece of metal, which looked just like the rune.
Finally, the rune was stable.
At least, for a moment.
An instant later, it started to lose its translucent luster.
"Hurry!" Theodor shouted, but Kyle had already moved.
He quickly grabbed the piece of metal and put it on.
The piece of metal was his armored pair of pants.
Kyle focused on the rune, and his mind was doing a lot of calculations.
The rune returned to its previous luster.
Seconds passed.
Minutes passed.
Eventually, Kyle sighed and looked away.
"This is exhausting," he said.
"Stop complaining!" Theodor shouted. "You will get used to it!"
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