The storm raged as Mark flew and landed on a large boulder, facing the turbulent skies with calm poise.
What should he do?
This was the preparation stage, the battle before the fight, and Mark was already in a bind. Trapped in an elaborate scheme, prepared specifically for him.
This was his most advantageous period in the whole Suffering, but now, it was all ruined. He had three choices now—go to the Demon World, remain in the Savage World, or use the Portal Key in his hand to enter the World of Star Fever.
"Star Fever," Mark said, musing. "What a weird name for a world. Seems like some weird disease that might even have us in a pinch."
Reol'ran nodded. "...Indeed."
"The River of Destiny seems capable of truly elaborate plans, I didn't even notice as it led me to a perfectly cramped situation. That means it is no fool," he said, indecisive for a moment. "No matter what I choose, all of the paths ahead feel as if it is laid out for me by my enemy."
