When the final orc fell and started to dissolve, she checked her readout and saw that she only had seven percent mana left and signaled the team behind her to retreat.
Her handlers.
Her power armor’s protectors.
They would watch her kill herself in combat, but the second she died, they would immediately move in and claim the power armor.
It was far too valuable to allow Minkalla to absorb it, after all.
She was disposable.
Or at least, she was until she had bound with the armor.
Now that that had happened, she had become one of the elite Paladins, and that was a status few could match.
Even knowing that and experiencing it for the first three floors, she wouldn’t have wanted them to step in and save her.
More than one of the Paladins had their armor bind right at their moment of c
