This year's Divine Game was more sensational than any in recent memory.
On the way back, snatches of conversation about it floated on the wind.
Lightchaser, unlike usual, didn't take the mechanical bike into the skies but kept it rolling along the ground. The elf always had these strange little moments of softness.
In Asaein, people couldn't stop reliving the event, excitedly telling anyone who hadn't been there how wild the crowd was, how satisfying the fights with the people sitting next to them had been.
"Honestly, I didn't even plan to join the brawl. I'm not even from Moonlight Marsh, and that kid didn't actually say anything that insulting… but after hearing her talk, I just really, really wanted to punch something!"
"Same here… I read on the forums that she's got some kind of stripping skill? If only she'd transfer to Below the Cliffs."
"Bah! If she transfers anywhere, it should be to Bug Marsh!"
"You know what? I'm in love with this move."
"What move?"
