Rita bolted out of the engineering workshop, clutching her half-finished meal box.
If this had happened in the past, Nivalis would have chased after her right away. But now, the dragon was completely lost in the gossip pit.
Fat Goose's latest post had opened Pandora's box. The tone of the chat channel had gone completely off the rails—from discussions condemning BS-Rita and the Divine Game mechanics, it devolved into players gleefully exposing everyone's embarrassing pasts.
Everyone had dirt. School-day scandals were endless, and the stories that had leaked from certain "special mode" mini-games were downright legendary.
Even after Rita had settled into the alchemy workshop, she could still hear Nivalis's laughter and shrieks echoing down the hall.
She could only comfort herself by thinking of poor Nuclear FlashNightFury, who had lost a divine relic.
That thought alone made her feel instantly better.
