The final hour hit, and my stomach was already staging a revolt. My eyes flicked to the red timer overhead, counting down the last seconds.
Where the hell was it going to spawn?
A dungeon?
A hidden lair?
Or maybe the game just wanted to see me die spectacularly in the middle of the map?
I'm betting on the last one.
Citizens below were clutching their hands, muttering prayers, hoping for blessings from their Goddess. Blessings.
Yeah, that's helpful when the entire world might just squash you flat.
I glanced at the players around me, hunters, adventurers, mercenaries, whatever the hell you call yourselves. They were all here because of me. My life was their quest starter, apparently.
Fantastic.
Keiji was already barking orders, the Black Vultures scrambling to buff up, shields glowing, spells primed. Luna hovered like she had a sixth sense for "don't die, Leonhart," her hands radiating support magic.
