The last day had been truly eventful.
First, Jax had woken up to the sound of voices pounding against his skull. Roxana and Elira chattering beside his sofa while his head throbbed with a pain that made him want to strangle both of them.
Then came a long, brutal training session. And then the festival, where he had been certain he would sniff out some champions and eliminate them for experience points, or at the very least satisfy his chaotic nature with some well-earned violence.
But instead, all he got was a reunion with Jenny and a handful of revelations he didn't like. After that, it was just shooing away a golden-spoon brat who didn't know when to keep his hands to himself.
The rest of the festival passed uneventfully while his mind spent every remaining hour plotting for today.
And now, standing here in the morning air, the situation he found himself in was genuinely absurd.
Jennifer was right. Choosing the rescue path would be suicide.
