The sheer feeling of relief that washed over me the moment we got back to Port Decima was like a breath of fresh air. After having quickly left the capital city behind us, we took a short break out in the nearby woods to rest and recuperate. From there, we made a beeline back to the port in an effort to run away from our crimes. It was a stressful time, one filled with anxiety and nerves as we kept looking behind us to check if we were being followed. But after spending the whole night catching up on a bit of rest, our group managed to leave without even so much as seeing an Academic gunning for us.
Not gonna lie, it felt strange to be walking about without anybody chasing us for what we did. Sure, we were still making sure not to be seen by the local authorities, but we were currently walking about the port markets without a care in the world and nobody was even questioning us.
In fact, it would seem that the commotion coming from Centrax hasn't reached this part of Marquee yet.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.