The twelve-hour window was drawing to a close. Back in Blackridge, the atmosphere within the Nocturne Order had grown thick with tension, the kind that sat heavy on the chest and refused to disperse. Even their leader, known for her poise and her doll-like voice, was starting to crack under the pressure.
'Did he forget about us?'
She opened her friends list, fingers moving faster than she meant them to. He was online. On the WCC broadcast feed, she could see him clearly, standing atop the dragon's massive head, calm and composed, looking every bit like a conquering hero basking in his own legend.
"Ugh… what a show-off," she muttered under her breath, irritation creeping into her voice despite herself.
She was just about to click his name and send a frantic message when a private chat window suddenly popped up, the sender listed as anonymous.
Blackridge North. Coordinates: 58654.63593.94458. Path is clear.
