The reward windows remained in front of Kael for a while, hovering over the corpse of the Dark Beast as if the Tower wanted to make sure he properly appreciated the result before moving on.
He appreciated it.
Mostly.
His arm still shook from the final punch, his shoulder was still bleeding, and the torn remains of his Journeyman's Leather Jacket made him want to curse for an entirely different reason. That thing had taken effort, materials, and pride to make, and the Dark Beast had treated its defensive properties like decorative stitching. Still, the Beast was dead, the ranking had been recalculated, and the Tower had finally coughed up what it owed.
