Rita slipped the third mahjong tile into her dagger-space, glancing suspiciously at the three shadows trailing her—Pine Bloom, Mistblade, and Crab. Three silent tagalongs, no explanations offered.
She didn't need one. It wasn't hard to guess why they were sticking to her.
They'd noticed it too—the effect of her newfound "luck."
Two of the four remaining players were from Lania Kaia, and since the start of the round, Mistblade and Pine Bloom had wordlessly teamed up to target her. Even if direct attacks were forbidden, there were countless ways to interfere: nudging her puppet into the line of the laser cannon, speaking lightning-fast to trigger emotional backlash right as she blinked out of the shadow realm, anything to throw her off balance.
But no matter what they tried, she always slipped through unharmed.
That wasn't just a lucky streak—it was something far beyond her normal [Fortune 12] buff. It had to be tied to whatever strange, almost divine "blessing" she was under now.
