You may rest, prepare, or buff yourself. Stage Two will begin shortly.]
Xavier walked to the edge of the safe zone, quietly gripping his sword. Around him, players were doing all kinds of stuff.
A summoner practiced her casting motion again and again, trying to shave milliseconds off her chant time.
A monk-type player was stretching, chugging stamina potions between each buff.
Mages stood in circles, muttering cooldown times and spell combos like rehearsing a script.
Guild parties gathered in clumps, planning their rotations. Crimson Vow was the biggest — over hundred members standing like a full damn army.
And then there was Xavier.
Alone.
Not practicing. Not planning. Just watching.
He observed everyone. How they moved. How they attacked. How they reacted. He stored it all in that calm, calculating head of his.
That's when two familiar faces walked toward him.
Lucas and Ethan.
