After BS Rita left Byme's Graveyard of Bones, Deceitful Bloom stayed behind in the tavern, quietly drinking.
She didn't leave.
The gathering didn't end.
If anything, the faint floral fragrance in the air only made the place livelier. Everyone present could tell—Deceitful Bloom was in a very good mood.
They were all veterans, people who had lived through countless apocalypses. No one could mourn Starsea day and night forever. Call it numbness, call it end-of-the-world indulgence—either way, spirits were high.
Each of them watched the players they were following, chatting idly about who they might encounter, which old acquaintances they might meet again, waiting for the moment they would be summoned.
It had only been the second day, but Ashveil was already getting impatient.
"Do you think they've forgotten they can summon gods in this game?"
