Chad leaned back in his chair, taking an easy sip of ale as he traded casual banter with Amy. She still had not fully grasped how serious things had become. To her, the situation felt tense, but not critical, nothing that warranted real concern. She had no idea that Let-There-Be-Light was already uneasy behind the scenes.
What did occupy her thoughts, however, was something else entirely. After digging through stories online about Blood-Stained Boxers and his past exploits, she found herself drawn in, intrigued by the man behind the name. It was not admiration in any romantic sense, but rather the kind of respect reserved for someone who had carved out a reputation through sheer skill and experience. He felt real in a way most players did not.
Flynn, on the other hand, had long since seen through Chad's act. He understood perfectly well that his friend was exaggerating the situation, deliberately applying pressure to Let-There-Be-Light. Quietly, he sent a message.
