Travis felt different this time around. Compared to the other glitches where he felt like something was off, this felt normal. Like he was supposed to be here.
Looking around he found himself amongst the lower leveled Guild players. His current status being just a barely passable Third Stage player. Through his efforts he climbed to this point via tooth and nail, and because of it held a somewhat enviable position in this top 100 ranked Guild.
Not that any of it mattered. Once his Guild managed to get to the Vault in a few hours he would be killed to not get his share. The scraps remaining were still valuable but there wasn't enough to go around that was for sure.
Was the Regression fake all along? Travis felt a fear crawl across his body. Was it all something he dreamt up, and that was why things proceeded far differently? Was this all. . . waking from a dream?
"Come on! We gotta take down those Bare Claws idiots!", one player urged Travis forward.
