The day had finally arrived.
Over those final three days, every Divine Game player could sense how serious BS Rita had become.
Not only had she granted everyone three more days, she had also issued a global announcement.
It felt less like the start of a game and more like a farewell before a one way journey.
As if she were telling everyone to enjoy themselves while they still could.
Rita was watering Smoke Tune's flowers in the courtyard when Lightchaser leaned lazily against the doorway and complained,
"You're killing morale doing this. The game should've started immediately. Everyone's already rested for a hundred years. Giving three extra days won't make the idiots who wasted that century any stronger."
Rita had long since grown used to Lightchaser's endless obsession with getting stronger.
But every time she heard this line of thinking, she still wanted to laugh.
Back in Binast, Lightchaser had once seemed like some untouchable legend to her.
