Kael stared at the notification a second too long. It had a clear goal.
Survive and kill.
Survive the Zombies, and kill the Ifrit.
Kael had a worry that if he were to fight the Ifrit alone, he would never beat it.
Even with his runes, even with gauntlets and clever words, Ifrit wasn't a goblin. Ifrit wasn't a basilisk. It was a boss designed to punish arrogance, and Kael's arrogance had already shortened the floor's clock.
But at the same time, he couldn't rely on the Sun Clan; they betrayed him, and he betrayed them.
There was no room for reconciliation, no room for friendship.
He didn't romanticize it. There wouldn't be a handshake later. There wouldn't be apologies. They'd tried to take his loot and his life. He'd answered by feeding them to monsters. That kind of relationship didn't heal. It only escalated.
But survival comes above all else.
They'll have to help Kael if they want to leave; they'll have to help him kill the Ifrit.
