Finally, the seventh and final day of the Feast had come. Now, there were still some cheering and festivities going on in New Sparta like lively music, banderas slung on lines near the skylines, and marching bands walking all over the streets.
However, those were made by the elites. It was a way to keep up appearances, making sure that people still celebrated despite the obvious tragedy that happened yesterday.
The Rebornians, of course, had already finished their preparations. Kiosks were repaired, food were prepared, and even the Shadow Orcs were getting active.
Michael arrived in New Sparta very early in the morning.
Last night, he had experimented with his own powers. And the results left him completely speechless.
Once he enveloped the lizard with his Nascent Influence, he was surprised to see that the creature had learned to adapt in every kind of situation that he put it in.
For example, he brought the lizard high up in the night sky and dropped it down.
