The last Monday of August. The one following Travolta's funeral and John's promotion to Guild Master. A Monday like most in every regard aside from what had happened yesterday. Because he was, once again, hanging out in the forest with his girlfriend.
They had spent Sunday just cuddling, playing video games, and celebrating life in all ways they could. After that, the urgency of their situation had set back in. Regan projected limited protection over them, but that was only worth so much when dealing with a local powerhouse. The Abyss Auction had a wide reach, but it did not have a deep one. If the Bloodfallen didn't care about getting on their bad side, then there was nothing stopping them from taking the rest of Collide on.
Which meant they had to get stronger.
John had his hand raised to the sky and kept using Create and Escape I.D. as quickly as he could. Which was not that fast. What mattered was the Skill levelling. "So how long are you going to do this?" Rave asked.
