Travis eyed the sundial, his current goal being Origin's Shadow. Time was running short until the Abyssal Competition, and he needed not only good gear to give his champion, but also good gear for appearance's sake.
If word got out that a Baron underneath Flinnder was wearing scraps to such a prestigious event such as an Abyssal Competition, Travis was slightly afraid Flinnder himself would come find him and beat some sense into his bones.
The flight following Origin's Shadow was silent. Abe, Lumen, and Averoth barely spoke. Travis could only focus on his path forward, unwilling to let this moment stop him. Although he still felt a heavy amount of regret for how much he revealed, it was far too late to undo it.
For two days his traveling had been silent. Whenever daybreak hit he would log off and spend some time in the real world continuing his betterment of his lifestyle. With a mental calculation he would properly rest before logging back on to find Origin's Shadow.
