Adam sat in a wide, brightly lit hall, rows of seats facing a raised stage at the front. The man who welcomed him had escorted him here before disappearing to attend to other duties.
Now Adam was alone among a crowd of strangers, except these strangers carried themselves with a very particular kind of arrogance.
Why didn't the manager mention that others would be granted access to the incursion?
Before bringing him here, the employee had explained that the Mission Hall had opened entries to Siren's Swamp for multiple people, not just Adam.
The reasoning, apparently, was simple: the incursion was vast, so multiple entrants in a single reserved day wasn't an issue.
Adam would've accepted that easily.
He believed in merit.
If someone achieved something impressive, they deserved the reward.
But then the man told him the list of "accomplishments."
And Adam was impressed.
Not by the accomplishments, but by the audacity.
Reaching Martial Apprentice rank.
