The sun shone bright that afternoon.
Midworld was as busy as ever, people carrying out countless tasks, others chasing missions to earn blue points. Unlike yesterday, one of the tall towers now displayed a clock countdown—twelve hours to go until Game 3. A magnificent reminder of where every player stood.
Bray and Jamie walked through the market, greeting their newfound friends at the flower shop, who then introduced them to other shopkeepers.
After a few minutes of forced conversations they finally got the chance to escape the grip.
But as they moved forward, the memory of their earlier conversation about suspicions surrounding Eva was still fresh in their minds.
"How is that even possible?"
"I don't know!" Alexander replied.
"Just be careful while I piece everything together."
Their thoughts rumbled. To think the very foundation of their lives hinged on a world they knew little to nothing about—it was the worst feeling they had ever experienced.
