The chamber was dim, lit only by the residual heat of the previous battle and the flicker of a few unstable braziers. It smelled of oil, burnt mana, and the sharp edge of overclocked machinery.
Raven crouched low. His mask dimmed.
Below, at the far end of the room, stood a figure he recognized.
NekoNekoNyan.
Full cat-themed armor set. Oversized shoulder decals. Her new scythe—nearly identical to the last one she'd used, just a little more polished, probably with new cosmetic flare.
And she was talking. Not to the stream. To someone else.
Raven's camera drone hovered quietly above his shoulder. The lens zoomed in.
NekoNekoNyan stood mid-arena, still in a private video call.
"—what, you guys just got a fucking wipe?!" she snapped.
Raven curled a small smile.
Not bad for a start.
"I especially assign you dorks to farm the robotic stupid dog," she continued, pacing in place, scythe dragging behind her. "And someone gets you?"
(Unclear voice from the call)
