Adam stepped out of the spacious bathroom, steam still clinged faintly to his skin. Water beaded down his shoulders as he dragged a towel across his hair, the mirror catching a version of himself that felt… sharper than before.
I wonder if the manager has found anything yet.
Thirty hours.
That was all that remained before the Siren Swamp rift completed its mutation. Thirty hours while the incursion continued to spread, inch by inch, swallowing land that had never been swamp before.
Vanessa was sitting on a ticking bomb, and Adam didn't envy her position in the slightest.
At least he had pointed them in the right direction.
As he finished drying himself, a sudden knock echoed through the hotel room.
Adam paused, as activated [Connect] instinctively and looked at the door. He felt no hostility or malice, only one overwhelming impression, urgency.
Adam walked over and opened the door.
