As the taxi drove through the highway along with other cars, the bright lights from skyscrapers painted a picture on the window. Godfrey's eyes were locked on his phone.
Even after reloading a couple of times, there was no real message about a green gate dungeon on his platform.
The ones people had put there, after searching them out, he discovered had already been cleared.
"Do I have to go back?" He bit his lower lip softly. After searching and searching, he leaned his head against the headrest, puffing out hot air from his mouth.
Suddenly, a ping from his phone brought his face back down. It was a message… from Isolde!
Godfrey looked at the driver. "Take me to the Vintage Shopping Mall."
***
Godfrey stepped down from the taxi, walking toward a huge mall turned dark. There was no sign of electricity from it, and a good number of armed policemen and Guild parties were around the sealed-off area.
His eyes locked on Isolde, who leaned against a truck, her arms crossed.
