If there's one thing I learned about Zethara, it's that the world never waits for you to finish emotionally combusting before throwing the next crisis at your face.
The next morning, the air felt too still, like the world was politely pretending nothing weird had happened yesterday.
Cute.
As if my life had ever been normal.
Our next target was the Holy Knight, so we headed straight for the Goddess Pelushra's church in the Kingdom of Felicity.
Zethara's most religious kingdom.
You couldn't walk ten steps without bumping into a priest, a holy symbol, or someone loudly praising divine providence for their breakfast bread.
I pulled up my map to teleport to the Kingdom of Felicity.
Tapped the marker.
Nothing.
Tapped again.
Still nothing.
The moment the map refused to teleport us, the vibe went straight from "morning quest run" to "someone unplugged the world." I tapped the map again, then again, then actually slapped it like a malfunctioning remote.
