The next day was the 5th day of the Throne Wars.
Raven logged in just as the sunlight began to bend orange.
Most players in his timezone were already deep in battle. Raiding, defending, running organized rotations. The global map blazed with chaos markers: siege towers along the southern ridge, folded breach points at the eastern trench. Raven didn't check the war board. He didn't need to.
Europe and US timezones hadn't fully logged in yet. The city was caught in that strange lull where one crowd was burning out and the next hadn't arrived. For Raven, it was perfect. The noise faded just enough to think.
He started walking.
