'It looks like it's finally time…' Brenden, tossing aside his aggravation at me getting taller, stopped fussing and turned to face the TV with a similar stance to mine, one the both of us had no doubt gained from observing our father our whole lives.
Even now, as he sat on the couch, Dad's body posture was imposing, arms crossed, sitting perfectly straight, and staring forward.
'The timing is about right, according to what Emilia told us, when she was in the tower, the Players were struggling to complete the second floor. That's not all either; 10,000 players must cross the Final floor and access the First Peak in order to open the gates; with that being the case, it's safe to assume that at the bare minimum, we will have 10,000 Pseudo-Rankers emerging in the coming hours.' From the other side of the room, Xilia, who had been helping with the groceries, chimed in, causing Brenden to nod.
