Rage.
Toy felt a bubbling rage take root in her body.
The warriors may have been merely tools of Lust — their numbered names reflecting their lowly worth.
But the weak goblin had felt a sort of kinship with them due to circumstance. A bond only strengthened by the time they'd spent outside the dungeon together in the forest around Liora.
Toy had come to see the warriors as her friends.
While they seemed quite stoic and unpersonable at first, each had their own quirks and personality. Through them, Toy actually had normal relationships with beings close to her level.
She'd learned what a normal friend was.
Instead of some awkward relationship with a kitten who saw her as little more than an annoyance and a master far above her in ability…
'Alpha is a hard-headed softie who cares deeply about her comrades.'
But something within the Archer made her care more about her missions.
