With a heavy sigh, Elliot sat on top of the inn's roof. He was holding his cup of coffee, watching the cold nightlife of Solaguer in this festive season.
"A few days from now, snow will fall harder," Lance said behind him. "Can I sit next to you?"
"Yeah," Elliot whispered. His eyes never left the bright gems that lit up the streets and the city's square. He was both nervous and excited about how things would turn out the day after.
It was Round Two and he feels like they just had a dumb luck about choosing the Boss Island. If they had to fight other Adventurers, they would have to take it and then defend it for an hour. And if they'd encounter strong ones continuously, they'd run out of mana and stamina in the first half hour.
