Everyone had recovered, enough, at least.
They couldn't afford to wait any longer. The journey had to continue. The challenges ahead were still overwhelming. Dozens of monsters scattered through the Rift. And beyond them, the looming question of how they were supposed to take down the boss monster at the heart of it all.
But at least, one small victory was theirs.
They'd already defeated a mini-boss, something most Tier 3 Rifts didn't even have. That alone gave them some breathing room. If the usual structure held, there should only be one true boss left now.
Tave adjusted the straps on his back and carefully lifted Fang. He secured the wolf against him, making sure the creature was settled comfortably. Fang stirred, letting out a soft, low woof, his breath slow but stable.
He was healing. Faster than expected, maybe.
