The sunrise over Twilight Library always came earlier than in other cities. The white structure was washed in pale gold, its sharp silhouette like a beacon in the desert.
The waiting felt endless. Even Maple Syrup, usually composed, strolled over to Moonlight Marsh's zone just to chat. That only made Mistblade's two teammates more nervous, so after a short exchange Rita followed Maple Syrup to the cluster where the solo entrants had gathered. She needed to get to know her other teammates anyway. If the first match was a team battle, awkward introductions could kill them.
Most of the players here had blinked in with teleportation or movement skills. Each of them wore a recommendation badge on their chest—special entries purchased from past Divine Game champions.
Mojie, with his ridiculous crab-shroom perched on his head, greeted her with the worst possible line: "Why do you look like you haven't changed much?"
