There was an unsteady atmosphere in the world. Individuals who ruined their sleep schedule to wake up early, restless people at work who wanted nothing more than to call it quits early, impatient drivers hoping to get home just a bit quicker.
You didn't need to even play A World's Legacy to sense there was something off about this date. It was like everyone's mood turned sour, that this day alone was some prologue to a horrible event. The restlessness was infectious, almost everyone was in a bad mood.
Averoth's Vault held a lot of potential. The riches within it could single-handedly turn their lives around for the better. So many players in the central continent were fiending for just the slightest advantage over their competitors.
Travis awoke at midnight, the day of the opening of Averoth's Vault. Today felt strange, he wasn't apprehensive. He wasn't even excited. Something just seemed off. . . like he was struck by a constant sense of deja vu.
