As Orson entered the game pod, a message popped up instantly.
"Kissing like that? Don't show off if you're average." —Sender: Emma
"If you peck like a chicken, don't pretend you're plowing a field. Kissing and tilling are two different things." —Sender: Orson
"Ugh, go away. You're annoying."
From the room next door, Blank's playful voice rang out. Orson grinned uncontrollably, the taste of alcohol still lingering on his lips.
"I'm not going to let you win, Emma," he muttered to himself.
White light flashed across his vision as he re-entered the world of Infinite Dimensions.
Riftrock City.
Everyone stood atop Bloodstone Pass, watching the massive breach Ignis had blasted out slowly begin to repair itself.
"The enemy's pushed through the Chaos Hills. They've split into three groups and are continuing their advance on Riftrock City!"
A Frostfire Legion dragon rider hovered in the sky, relaying real-time intel.
