⟬ Thirteen bells prior. ⟭
Tanamar stared at a transparent window only he could see.
He was poring through a series of search queries-- none of them he *wanted* to see.
[Whitehearth WIPEFEST! A clip compilation.]
[The pre-boss event is insane! You have to have a full raid of no-lifers just to get past the Arena Event.]
[Recruiting for DG. West Gate on farm! Hoping to clear East and South by the end of the month! Full on melee DPS.]
[The top 3 guilds declare the Dragon God raid overtuned for the current meta.]
[The devs are a bunch of f*cking idiots.]
He swiped his hand, closing the System window, and heaved a long, deflated sigh.
"How's the research going, Tanamar?"
Athena crouched beside him. She took his hand, squeezing it gently.
Tanamar shook his head, "I watched like-- six videos. They all suck."
"But did you figure anything out?" Athena asked, her eyes shining with hope.
