When a level 32 beast ambushed them from a cliff face, Moon intercepted it before it reached the backline.
When the healer was about to take a hit that should have killed him, Moon was there before it could happen.
Every time danger appeared, Moon was there.
He was the wall they crashed against when things went wrong and the spear that drove forward when the path was clear. The knight in shining armor who appeared the moment the damsel was in distress.
And under his command, they grew as warriors.
In the span of two days, each member of the group had gained a few thousand lives. Their spiritual energy reserves swelled from the beast kills Moon distributed fairly among them. Their acupoints began to fill again.
Some of them leveled up. For the first time in longer than they could remember, notifications they had given up hope of ever seeing again flashed across their vision.
[You have leveled up!]
