Twenty-four hours after the Gate incident near Compound Wave, Red God, the controversial player, met with the World Council.
He was teleported to a sprawling metropolis that had been the quickest to recover from the massive changes their world had undergone in the last few weeks.
Glass and steel skyscrapers soared overhead, glowing in the day's light. Cars and people swarmed the streets.
And Faust was driven past all that in a black SUV.
To say it was awkward inside the car would be an understatement.
The driver kept glancing back, praying that a fight wouldn't break out between the superhumans in his back seat.
He kept the front doors unlocked, probably to jump out if shit hit the fan.
In the backseat, four Players sat in complete silence.
In the middle row were the two knights of Compound Wave: the Jupiter Knight and the Pluto Knight.
Seated behind the driver's seat, the Pluto Knight's cold aura stabbed at the driver's back and made him wince occasionally.
