The Gate was a storm of light, painting the dark sky. Blues, purples, and golds flickered over the buildings and surface of the boundless ocean.
It hung just above the beach, roaring like a never-ending explosion.
In Compound Wave, they were quickly organizing Players to move out, but there were no Knights to field alongside them.
Lieutenant Colin Mathrou was sprinting down the halls of Level 22. Sirens roared with each step he took. Players rushed past him toward the elevators.
He skidded to a stop in front of one of the room doors, covered in sweat and breathing heavily. His key card made the locked door hiss open with the scent of sandalwood.
Red God seemed to like the smell a lot. What he wouldn't like was someone entering his room.
Psych evals put him as 'Impulsive, slightly sociopathic, and possibly suffering some mental conditions from his mom's side.'
