Jay and his little group of humans had successfully defeated a treant hectopede, all while holding off the level one and level five wood elementals constantly swarming them.
“I told you they could do it.” Paul smiled as he put his hands back into his pockets and went back to idly chatting with the other guard.
Jay stood up, his ribs finally healed. He didn’t really care that he looked weak, was caught by the treant and had to be helped - but the dagger girl looked at him with sorrowful eyes.
She could already imagine the foolish chatter that would soon follow:
“Wasn’t he supposed to be level 9? Pff, strongest adventurer my ass.”
“Yeah, he was probably just getting power levelled this whole time. Talented my ass.”
Still, Jay stood up without a glimpse of worry, handing the water skin back to her.