The entire group turned to look at Lucas as he finally defeated the last Tier 3 Ghoul.
His once dignified sky blue spirit equipment armor was now stained with grime and Ghoul blood, a testament to the exhausting battle they had just endured.
Breathless, Lucas looked at his group who smirked in response to his exhaustion.
“I swear to God, whoever is assigning these missions needs to provide better information, If it were any other team, they would have ended up dead by now,” Lucas Blade remarked, frustration evident in his voice.
As his spirit equipment retracted back into his skin, leaving behind only faded tattoo forms before disappearing completely , Lucas couldn’t help but shake his head at the mess he was in.
“It doesn’t matter much, they probably did this on purpose to push us to our limits, as they only assign missions they believe we can handle, I only feel they don’t care even if it means we would have casualties among us,” he reasoned.