Chapter 5: Beyond the game[1]
Noctis trailed Lira through the Nightryn estates' sprawling corridors, his footsteps echoing against marble floors that gleamed under the soft glow of crystal lamps.
The air hummed with faint mana, He flicked on his smartwatch, and glanced at the date-
25th Jan, 1647.
"Hmm, I have a year and a half till the University begins," he murmured, nodding to himself.
His eyes fell on the messages icon, a glaring red 999+, he can already fell it, 'Yikes, that's a notification raid I'm not ready for.'
He swallowed hard, steeling himself. "Time to face the raid," he muttered, tapping the app.
The hologram shimmered, revealing a flood of chats. Two group conversations caught his eye.
The first, with eleven members, buzzed with familiar names,'hmmm, fairly a normal group consisting of the main characters and some key classmates from the game.'
He scrolled through their messages, a mix of banter and plans for the university.
"Just your average squad chat," he chuckled at the chat.
Lira turned a corner, halting before a sturdy oak door etched with the Nightryn crest—a lightning-wreathed bird with green wind blades around its wings.