Narethi turned toward the helm as her gnome began speaking into the distress artifact. Beside the merchantman's mast, Quinlan finally opened the rewards he had put aside during the battle.
[You've slain Fomorian Pirate (Level 85). You've gained 8,400,000 XP.]
His gaze stayed on the number.
That had been one of the Fomorians beneath the hull, crushed inside his ice while the others tried to force their way through.
Eight million four hundred thousand.
'Goddess's Sexy Lacy Panties... Am I under an illusion attack?'
He brought up the next notification.
[You've slain Fomorian Pirate (Level 79). You've gained 6,900,000 XP.]
'...'
Then another.
[You've slain Fomorian Elite (Level 91). You've gained 11,200,000 XP.]
'Holy fuck.'
Vex stood beside his crate, one hand resting on his shoulder. To Narethi's crew, the white-haired woman seemed entirely occupied with watching the sailors clear a fallen spar.
