INTERLUDE (III)

  No Matter What The Future May Bring

  So it was decided then. There was no more use in denying it. She was a junior talent scout—at least in name, if not in function—it was about time she acted like one. And who better than this miraculous child to start off her career? Of course there were bound to be complications. Because why ever would there not be…?

  How was she supposed to know the child hadn’t even gotten a single level after slaying so many lvl 1 beasts!?

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  She tried not to think about the very real possibility her golden goose was cooked before it ever laid an egg. And all due to her own rash actions. She could chock it up to the fact that she’d been stressed, sleep deprived, and rather desperate at the time, but, of course, there was no real excuse.

  Asha scrutinized the freeze frame, frozen in the moment just before the flash of his departure, then she sighed—rubbed her chest. Tried to worry away the knot of anxiety that’d made itself home there. All she could do now was wait and pray. Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to wait long. All of the highlight reels from the previous era’s tutorials were fairly consistent, in so far as Grand Feats were concerned.

  It was only too bad the Archetypes forbade external surveillance inside their realms. The facts, however, were clear.

  Either he’d return in a few minutes relative to her time, or he wouldn’t return at all.