Chapter 225: The Silence After the Storm
[Sky Island – Sector 4 Alleyway]
"Sorry, Dad," I muttered to the wind, imagining the look on his face if he could see me now. "I'm definitely on the front lines."
I was crouched in the shadow of a water tower, watching the plaza below.
The media drones were buzzing everywhere, tiny silver spheres zip-lining through the air. They were focusing on the flashy battles—Leon's white fire, Alastor's silver slashes, Vane's gravity wells.
"Good," I whispered. "Keep watching them."
I looked down at the Scabbard in my hands. It was the most important item in the entire game lore right now. If the cameras saw me holding the sealed Excalibur, my life as an "Extra" was over. I'd be drafted by the Church, the Council, or assassinated by the Cult within the hour.
I needed to hide it.
My dimensional pocket? Too low-rank. The Holy energy of the sword disrupted spatial magic. It wouldn't fit.
