Nolan grinned like a madman in front of the projection, eyes glued to the flickering scene of chaos and brilliance unfolding within the upper floors of the tower. "Yes! That's it! That's it! Good job, you lunatic brats!"
His hand shot up as if to high-five someone beside him, only to remember that no one around could share the moment quite like he wanted. His voice was loud, raw with joy and disbelief, "Unbelievable! That really was the bloater!"
Lirazel stood at his side, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly, wings gently shifting as she tilted her head. "Bloater?" she asked. "That word again. You keep saying it. Is that some… kind of human curse word?"
"No," Nolan chuckled breathlessly, hands still half-raised in suspense. "It's from a game. An old human digital mystic game. A kind of imaginary battle simulation where you kill undead things with very specific weak points."
