Amidst the somber atmosphere of the darkened realm, where gray clouds closed in on the majestic sky, a sprawling cathedral-like palace stood, emanating an ethereal grayish glow that permeated every corner of its illusory structure. It appeared as a boundary, a threshold between the realms of good and evil, encapsulating the essence of all things. Above this grand palace, raven-like creatures soared, their wings brushing against the palace's pinnacle or perching on its sides, their piercing gazes penetrating the depths of the human spirit. Within the palace, at the farthest end, rose a throne fashioned from spears and thorns, an imposing sight to behold. Seated upon this majestic throne was a being bearing a human-like resemblance, their countenance blurred and enshrouded in a mystical gray light and swirling mist. With a gaze that seemed to encompass the entire world, as if privy to the past, present, and future, they held the very fabric of existence within their grasp. A smile see

"So, it appears there is another option for us to survive besides dying or completing the game," Luvern pondered aloud, a glimmer of hope in his voice. "But the question remains: how do we make our superior give up on the game? I'm quite certain that when Solarael mentioned 'superior,' he was referring to the gods." Alayn quickly interjected, casting a shadow of doubt over the conversation. "Hold on a moment. While it's true that Solarael mentioned our superior giving up as a means to exit the game, let's not forget that he also stated we can exit by simply dying. What if, even if our superior were to give up, we weren't transported back to our original world and instead remained here, powerless and vulnerable? Or worse yet, what if we met our demise the moment our superior relinquished their role? There are far too many uncertainties in this regard." A wry smile tugged at the corners of Alayn's lips as he silently contemplated the situation. "Well, I did concoct that question and a

"I bet on our team," spoke a mesmerizing figure, veiled in an ethereal beauty that transcended the boundaries of existence itself. Her countenance, though shrouded in a captivating blur, exuded an allure that could melt the very fabric of one's being with the mere glimpse of her presence. She sat gracefully beside a grand round table, adorned with stars of shimmering silver and the essence of golden radiance. Her face, hidden within the enigmatic haze, bore an illusory smile that hinted at a profound understanding of the game's intricacies. "You really think your team could beat ours, Aphrodite?" a manly figure sitting next to the ethereal beauty asked, his voice laced with a mocking tone. His face, too, remained hidden within an illusory blur. The mere existence of this enigmatic figure emanated a mysterious anesthetic aura, as if his very being could effortlessly ensnare one in an eternal slumber, a ceaseless slipping of consciousness. The dark cloths that draped his form seemed to

Time passed, and Mortis dutifully maintained the temperature blessing at the camp in the parking lot. The seven players devised a plan for taking turns to keep watch, and Alayn skillfully used framing bias to convince the others to let him be the first to keep watch for the initial hours. To keep track of time, they relied on Mortis' watch, which he had decided not to sell to Solarael, considering it a precious gift he had received. Alayn pondered to himself that being the first to keep watch would allow him to patrol more easily. It would grant him the freedom he needed to proceed with the plan he had devised. Despite lacking any special powers at the moment, he was determined to become one of the most formidable players in the game by the end of the second day. And he already knew exactly how he would achieve that. As the moonlight completely engulfed the darkened sky, sprinkling it with countless shimmering stars, Alayn settled onto a crumbling concrete ledge nearby. Sitting dow

Luvern rushed toward the counter with a sense of urgency, his footsteps quick and determined. As he reached the counter, he slammed his hands onto its surface, trying to convey the gravity of the situation."Please, Solarael, we need to be teleported back to our camp immediately. I'll pay whatever credits you require," he implored, his concerned expression reflecting the turmoil of thoughts racing through his mind. His heart was heavy with worry for his sister's safety, and it showed in every line of his face and voice.Alayn chuckled inwardly, amused by the turn of events. "Well, it seems like I don't even need to intervene," he thought to himself with a mischievous grin. Luvern's concern for his sister had taken precedence in his mind, making him forget about that he they could also use Solarael to send a message to Aidan or guide the situation in their favor.Alayn found himself impressed by how circumstances had unfolded naturally, aligning with his hidden agenda without any direc