Chapter 457 - 450. Link of Communication
"Phwaa...I’m not the one fighting, but I felt exhausted," Dheera let out a long sigh of relief the moment she could sit down and take off her mask once the safe zone was established.
It had been battle after battle, and if they weren’t fighting, they were walking and climbing. Both the fighting and the walking they did that day were more than any dungeons they had experienced before. They had no idea whether it was true or because everything happened in the dark and under the heavy pressure of the miasma things felt so much longer. There was one thing they knew for sure, however;
All of the running and stamina training Zein made them do until they were whining and crying was for this moment. It made them kind of embarrassed from all the groaning and protesting they had done before.
"What are you talking about? Guides fighting by guiding the espera, aren’t they?" Carra said with a smile.
It was true, but Dheera still sighed. "All I did was do short guiding, though."
"But it helped a lot," the support magician insisted. "It makes a huge difference that I can constantly stay below orange no matter how many spells I cast. It’s very difficult you know, casting a spell or moving around when our mental disturbance is high."
Dheera blinked and scratched her neck bashfully. "Hehe...I’m glad I can be of help."
Carra laughed softly and patted the guide’s arm. "Aren’t we a team, after all?"
The girl giggled, and Ron looked at the guides amusedly, wondering what Zein had done up there that he could shape a bunch of green-zone guides into tough combatants who could still laugh inside the Deathzone.
"You are better than the Unit’s guides," Ron chuckled, which prompted Dheera and Leehan to widen their eyes in surprise.
"What do you mean, Sir Ron?" Leehan blinked. "Shouldn’t the guides in the Unit go to the Deathzone often?"