Chapter 204: Rest Stop
My calculated insult in the Rest Stop hung in the air long after the teleport sequence initiated.
The digital shimmer of the Tower's system washed over us, deleting the serene, crystalline hall of Floor 5.
The tension was so thick I could have cut it with Draken. Magnus Daven's face, contorted in a mask of humiliated rage, was the last thing I saw. Leon's, a picture of profound confusion and newfound, sharp-edged rivalry, was a close second.
We were the victors. The undisputed, impossible, #1-ranked squad. And now, every other team in the Tower, from the noble elites to the commoner factions, had a single, unifying target: us. Specifically, me.
The world re-materialized with a lurch, the smell of clean mana and artificial grass replaced by the stench of ozone, damp concrete, and old refuse.
I opened my eyes. We were in a city.
