"Why do you think I am only at Level twenty two after spending more than a month on this floor?" Tahlia asked.
She leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on Thoren's deep blue eyes.
Her expression was calm, but there was something heavy beneath it.
Meanwhile, Thoren was stunned once again.
Level 22.
The number echoed in his mind.
Why had her level not reset?
He frowned inwardly.
Was he the only one whose level had been reset upon entering the second floor?
Several thoughts crossed his mind in rapid succession.
Each possibility seemed plausible. Yet none felt certain.
He could not reach a clear conclusion. Rather than dwell on it, he chose to focus on the more pressing matter.
"I would not know unless you explain it," Thoren replied.
His voice remained calm.
Tahlia smirked slightly.
"Buy me another drink, and I will tell you," she said as she leaned back.
She did not expect him to take her words seriously.
It was merely a casual remark. A way to ease the tension.
