Chimper #2092
Kosumi ignored the order to hold, scrambling up the humming rock face with their ancient sabre drawn. "The patterns are unstable!" Ren’s voice crackled through the comms, but Kosumi saw a fissure—a shortcut. The resulting arcane discharge seared the air, adding a fresh graze to the scar bisecting their eyebrow, but it also shattered the monolith’s outer shell. Later, back at their makeshift camp in The Crystal Highlands of Armaria, Ren silently cleaned the wound. "That blade is for cutting threats, not corners." Kosumi just grunted, watching the huge magical rocks spin above the distant fortress. Ren was the mind; they were the muscle. That's why they were still the trainee, and why they were the best exploration team in the region.
