Chapter 88: Whoops 1
Tournament arc! Tournament arc! Tournament arc!
Zarian’s thoughts ran rampant with the same thing on repeat. His Fractured Mind was no help when every segment was overrun. He wanted to join the tournament. He wanted to do it within the next year or two. If not, he might ascend from Corma and miss out.
Unless he waited for it.
“Gah! There’s nothing I can do about that right now.” Zarian lay back.
He had the wagon’s tarp cover folded under him. Para folded up behind his back and head as an extra cushion that was a little spongy and bumpy in some places, but still comfortable.
Obviously, he could use Tranquil Mind to settle down his thoughts. But he didn’t want to do that. He wasn’t even using Adrenaline Jolt right now. He was just naturally hyped up.
Who could blame him? He had the best fight of his life so far.
The walls of Central Bramblevale were fading into the distance behind the caravan. Above his head, the morning suns crossed closer to the peak of the sky where blocky clouds drifted lazily.
There was a nice autumn breeze blowing in from the east, from Bramble Wolf Forest and the Grimrock Castle Mountains, the latter being home to his goblin friend, Foodie. Thinking of her enslaved situation and the fragility behind her indomitable act cooled Zarian’s excitement, but the embers still smoldered in his chest.