Chapter 38: The Sidekick and the Demon
At Zvrost Station, the loudspeakers crackled out announcements no one was listening to.
A tide of students swarmed the platforms, their hair neatly parted, their uniforms fussed over to look "proper," dragging suitcases, familiars, sealed weapons in cases — and, above all, their dreams of greatness.
Some had come from the most remote corners of Europe and beyond, adorned with medals of honor and bright-eyed ambition.
And then... there was Dante.
Two massive suitcases weighed down his arms : one was his, the other belonged to Ginny — currently sleeping in tattoo form on his shoulder... and completely useless.
— "That lazy damn demon..." He muttered under his breath, strolling through the station with casual defiance.
All he needed was a jazz soundtrack playing behind him, and he’d look like the intro to some effortlessly cool TV show.
His goal ? Find a bench. Not too close to others, not too far from the platform. Nothing too clean — clean benches attracted rich kids.
He wanted something in the sweet spot — the perfect place to wait for the Genesis convoy, the special train arranged for "modest" students.
Meaning, those too broke for a plane ticket or teleportation portal.
The irony ? Dante could easily afford a first-class flight straight to Almeris.