(4 days later)
Max's face was set in a determined expression as he sat on the balcony of his room.
It was the middle of the night, and for the past few days, Max had done nothing but think of everything he could do to get that Magic Core.
And yet everytime he would suggest something…
"Maybe we can try killing one of the weaker T10's and enter the palace…" he told his divination.
[They will notice that one of their friends is gone, plus i'm not even sure a T10 would be able to enter except if they are in the top three like Natalie]
This pretty much resumed how every single one of their interactions went: Max thinking of an idea after giving it much thought, and his divination shutting it down by showing many weak points in his logic.
'Well… let's think about that tomorrow…'
