After spending a full day and night making Scratch Cards for Lightchaser and GodDraw77, Rita didn't leave her room.
At most, she'd step out now and then to knock on the door across the hall, demanding that Mistblade show her the console.
No response, of course. The other woman was clearly pretending to be dead.
Ha. So this was Orpha's great monarch? Pathetic.
Didn't look like much of a queen to Rita.
When the morning of the Solo Tournament arrived, she turned the deep-blue helm and warped straight to the battlefield.
Twilight Library had been expanded again. The audience seats were nearly twice as large as before, and still every chair was filled.
In the special viewing area sat seven GodDraw77s in total, each one radiant, divine, and terrifyingly beautiful.
Everyone was waiting for GodDraw77's awakening—hoping she would continue what had begun three years ago and finally push open the door that had refused to open.
