This feeling of Travis could not be shaken. Every word someone said sounded repeated. Every movement made rehearsed. Like they did nothing but follow a script he had written. Time and time again, it was. . .
Eerie.
When Travis watched the doors open to Averoth's Vault he ignored the rush of players and simply waited. Sure enough, a massive barrier formed blocking any from entering. Then the 'sacred zone' was secured that only the reckless dared to break through.
Just as Last Lights began their plan on how to approach this, Travis found himself looking into the distance. A sigh barely passing through his lips, akin to a whisper.
A Fourth Stage Dragon was joining the battle.
Why did he know that was going to happen?
