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"What is... hah! our level about... Riley? I'm so tired, wait." Riley looked to her side and saw Phil practically lying on the ground, face first and panting with his tongue almost out and face scrunched. He was so tired, and so was her. Their faces, their clothes, their skins, every part of their bodies was basically covered with sweat, they were drenched, it looked as if they took a bath, but Riley thought it would be really good if that was really what happened but no. She took the book of instruction from her bag and sat on the ground as well, her legs were shaking and the exhaustion just punched her now. She opened the book and looked for her level—level thirty-eight. Her forehead creased upon finding out what was written. "Uh, something quizzical it says here," Riley said confused