Bab 63: (LXIII) Farming

The sun rose over La Sexta Island. The sky was clear blue, with only a few white clouds floating by on an otherwise perfect day. It wasn't too hot yet—the temperature had been dropping steadily as summer approached its end. The last few days had been a blur for Jackson, releasing his anger and frustrations while also collecting valuable items he had sorely needed. 

He practiced on the beach next to his campsite, spinning and twirling the two basic swords around himself while he focused intently on keeping them from touching each other at any point along their length. He'd been doing so since before dawn broke; now he had to prepare himself for the three dots approaching on his minimap. 

Since Sera had disappeared through the portal, nothing was standing between The Tower and Jackson as it threw wave after wave of beasts at him. Since the mysterious woman had stopped the waves so quickly and easily, the difficulty had ramped up considerably.