The grind resumed.
Night fell over the large mountain range in stages, the sky darkening as combat gave way to rhythm once more. One by one, the familiar sound echoed again and again through the bond they shared.
[Ding.]
Bastet reached it first.
Then Calypso.
The two monster ladies were a bit ahead of the Valkyries, but not by much.
By the time Kaiden looked around, all of them stood at the same invisible threshold.
Level 49.
49,000 out of 49,000 XP.
The second bottleneck loomed ahead of them all now.
And, evidenced by the expressions of his girls, a similar situation seemed to be going on with their bottleneck requirements as well.
Aria’s brows were drawn together, silver eyes distant and unfocused as if she were rereading something only she could see, worry bleeding through her usual composure. Luna stared ahead with her mouth slightly open, then scoffed under her breath, disbelief written all over her expression. Nyx, by contrast, wore a faint, intrigued smile, more amused than alarmed, as though she’d just been handed a particularly interesting puzzle. Bastet’s gaze was sharp and intent, curiosity burning behind her pupils like a sun studying an eclipse. Calypso merely shrugged, lips curling in a lazy, unconcerned smirk, as if to say ’Whatever. Darling will figure it out.’
None of them said a word.
One look at Kaiden was enough. Whatever was happening, he was aware and believed that this wasn’t something to dissect out in the open with the stream still watching and other contestants and overseers possibly listening.
They regrouped and withdrew for the day.
The journey back to the Runewoven guild hall passed in relative silence.
Waiting for them at the entrance of their private wing stood Alexandra.
She was immaculate, as always, with her abyssal maid uniform, which hugged her form perfectly.
"Welcome back, everyone!" she spoke happily, voice carrying that refined warmth that somehow made exhaustion feel less heavy. "Your quarters are prepared. Baths are drawn. Dinner is ready."
"I fucking love you," Nyx and Luna gasped together, looking like they were a mere moment away from declaring their boundless loyalty to her person.
But they managed to hold back.
As they stepped inside, something else shifted.
The dark halo that had hovered above Kaiden’s head all day wavered.
Then it descended.
Black light unraveled into a familiar shape, shadows folding inward until Alice stood there in her human form, swaying slightly on her feet. She looked... wrecked. Worse than the rest of them, honestly.
Her movements were sluggish, shoulders slumped, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion that no amount of pride could hide. She’d spent the entire day in Conduit mode, buffing Kaiden and healing the gang.
She had given it her everything.
The girls all watched Alice with tender eyes. It was safe to say that her presence in their group was an incredible boon. Alice not only saved their lives on a hundred occasions since the start of the competition, but she was also a silent presence that made them think that taking more risks in order to attain more rewards was something they should do.
Because Alice Ashborn was with them.
And without fault, the teen pulled through each and every time, protecting them all even at the cost of her own comfort.
The moment she was free of her duties for the day, she shuffled over to Kaiden, lifted her arms, and looked up with unmistakable intent.
"Headpats," she demanded.
Kaiden didn’t hesitate.
His hand settled on her head, fingers sinking into her lush hair, warm and familiar. The reaction was immediate. "Mmm!" Alice let out the tiniest, happiest sound, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into the touch, swaying gently from side to side like a contented cat. Any trace of exhaustion seemed to vanish from her awareness entirely, replaced by pure, blissful satisfaction.
She practically purred.

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