The remainder of the day flew by, across New Eden, and what for most had been an exciting day ended without fanfare, as many of the players logged out of the game, getting ready for their day.
Astaroth opened his eyes, feeling energized, like he had just jolted himself with a million watts of electricity. His stomach was churning, ready to throw up for a while now.
He curled over the dais, throwing up for fifteen minutes straight, his body expelling the black gunk by the bucket. But once he was done, he felt lighter.
Like his body was a feather, carrying itself through the wind.
Astaroth looked at his status screen and grinned.
"I knew doing this here was for the best. Now I'm ready," he mumbled to himself.
