My sword hit the ground beside me with a clatter, and I let my whole spine melt. The smell of burning wood still lingered from where the Titan had cracked open its own glowing veins.
My throat felt like sandpaper. Not because of the Titan, not because of the panic sprints, but because I'd been screaming at ten sweaty nerds in a forest for what felt like five years straight.
We'd done it, Phase One down.
I believe the "Phase" system existed to make sure that everyone can participate, even the ones that couldn't get online this morning.
It's usually around 3 phases, morning, evening, and midnight, you know, accommodation for foreign players, too.
Around me, the Lion's Parade started to loosen up too. Tanks rolled their shoulders, supports sat their butts on the ground like they'd just run a marathon. damage dealers literally collapsed onto each other. Even Jack "Mr. Paladin Posture" Kendrick exhaled like someone had finally let him leave Sunday church.
