The bus lurched as it turned off the main highway onto the access road that led to the Atoll ferry terminal. Evening traffic clogged the streets, delivery drones crisscrossing overhead like metal locusts carrying packages to the wealthy districts. Somewhere in the distance, a Gate alarm wailed, but it wasn't our concern. Other teams, other problems.
I pulled up my status screen, more out of habit than necessity.
The SP counter sat at 295. Not bad for a day's work. The dungeon clear had generated a decent chunk of passive income, plus whatever bonus I'd get when the official mission report processed. Not enough for another mythical pull, but enough to save toward the next opportunity.
The system notification about Skylar's bond rank still pulsed in the corner of my vision. Level 5: Dependent. I dismissed it with a thought.
One problem at a time.
