I stepped out of the red portal with the others, and space unfolded around us, endless black, scattered stars, and silence deep enough to swallow worlds.
"Finally, the big black universe." Steve spread his arms wide and grinned like he owned the place.
It had been two full months in that secluded realm. Two months of training, evolving, refining and becoming something new.
By the time I finished my own evolutions, both Steve and North had stepped into Grandmaster realm.
With the amount of powerful beasts roaming that mountain range, they had gained levels so fast it almost felt unfair.
North had even taken Lyrate as her temporary master, something that worried me more than I wanted to admit. Lyrate's personality leaned heavily toward "slightly insane," and the idea of North picking up those habits made me uneasy.
But in this universe, maybe that kind of madness was exactly what we needed.
