12 Miles Below

I fully own up to being dramatic about current events. I would blame it on how I handle stress, new situations, and having to wait in lines: Namely, running a bit about it somehow.

And, for the record, I am trapped out in the middle of nowhere with machines possibly aware of where I’m at, in the middle of very strange creatures that consider me a myth in the same way I considered flying birds a myth a few months prior.

Therefore, I deserve to be dramatic. As a treat.

The Odin had me camp out in the courtyard right near the tower, and if they didn’t want me to spy on what they were doing, they shouldn’t have done that. It's their fault they didn't know I had ratshit space magic capable of seeing through walls, and had that turned on at all times.

I saw them cart over their power cells to keep them from anyone else’s clutches/talons. And I also saw them start beating each other up in a mini civil war.

At this point, it doesn’t take a genius to realize the birds are up to something.

But more importantly - all of the above events were happening while I was leisurely eating my meal.

I waited until they’d exited the tower with my power cells and were hurrying off out of range. That’s when I went from sitting around licking my fingers, to actually moving like a proper relic knight.

I could see Journey instantly crank up the power draw on my armor, the moment my legs bent down to give myself a running start.