I stepped outside, Lysara by my side, and once out, I remained still for a moment, my gaze lost in the inky sky.
Six Varkh.
I quickly did the math in my head… then burst out in a sudden, irrepressible laugh.
— Six thousand krags… Six thousand!
I turned to Lysara, carried away by a stupid impulse.
— We're rich!!
In a burst of enthusiasm, I slipped my arms under her to lift her up. A spontaneous, joyful gesture.
But nothing happened.
I pulled. I pushed. She didn't budge an inch. Unfazed. Unmovable.
I just stood there, arms numb, breath a little short.
Then I looked behind her… and understood.
Her hammer. The damn hammer.
A metal monster, one and a half meters long, slung across her back with almost insolent nonchalance. A massive weapon, forged from a dark alloy. The kind of thing that would crush a horse with a single blow… and this kid carried it like a feather.
I stepped back, defeated, arms hanging.
— Damn strength stat… I always forget I put all my points elsewhere.
