The group had broken off and went their separate ways. For Albedo, that meant taking the SkyRail back to Pantheon to head back home. He briskly walked down the street as he neared his house, thinking back to earlier that day when he was battling in HollowWood.
He had felt it, beneath any exhaustion and the intense tension of battle, he had begun to feel his body thrum with an electric kind of pressure. A pressure that seemed to continuously build up in anticipation.
His veins pulsed as if liquid light wanted to tear through them. Even his Flame Dragon Heart pounded against his chest, and his mana rolled across his body like vicious waves in the middle of the ocean caught up in the eye of a ravenous storm.
He knew the feeling well enough by now to know what it meant.
'I'm right there… one more step and I'll break into Gold.'
