Moon glanced across the valley, where the scattered remnants of the Mountain Stalker pack were being hunted down by his team, the gate appearance and its ruler dead at Honeybun's feet.
The clearance was essentially complete. All that remained was cleanup, and then they would enter the gate and return back to earth with another B-Rank cleared, another haul of Lives and loot and contribution points banked.
He walked over to Honeybun, still standing proudly atop the fallen golden Stalker, and rested a hand on the turtle's shell.
"Good work, buddy. You earned every bit of that." He glanced at the massive golden corpse, the dense hide and powerful frame worth a fortune in materials.
Honeybun nestled against his hand, content, and Moon surveyed the valley one last time, deeply satisfied with how easy clearing the B-gate was.
