It had been a few days since Spade's rather intense clash with the Berserkers. They were able to pull themselves together and pushed on, although they lagged behind in third place, with the Reapers in second and the White Comets in first.
The event was slowly approaching its last day, its completion, and so all the teams couldn't help but give their best in hopes of pulling off a miracle. The pressure was on the White Comets to solidify their spot.
But unlike the other teams, the Reapers, though placed second, had lessened their efforts. They had a substantial twenty thousand point gap between them and the Berserkers, and many believed that was why they didn't stress themselves.
It was true and also false. They didn't bother too much because they had a far larger score, yes, but the reason they weren't putting effort into pushing forward was entirely different.
It was now another night with the Reapers.
