Aamir stood in the middle of the beast's fading remains, his breath heavy but steady. The acrid smell of burnt fur and earth lingered in the air. He glanced at the faint golden numbers flickering in the corner of his vision.
+2,000 EXP.
His brow furrowed. "Only… two thousand?" he muttered, flexing his fingers as if the answer might be hiding in his palms. "This thing was a Level 14 beast strong enough to wipe out an entire town. And yet…" His voice trailed off, the memory of his fight against the Bloodhound flashing in his mind. That battle had shot his level upward in a single leap.
He tilted his head slightly. "Hai, Luman," he called inside his mind. "I'm not feeling right about this. Why is it that when I defeat a beast like this, I'm only getting two or four thousand EXP, but when I took down the Bloodhound, I leveled up instantly?"
The calm, ever-neutral voice of Luman echoed in his mind.
