Kramen Blacksky held tightly to the edges of the tactical display desk. He had done it again. A wave of flying suicidal units that delivered a Choker on a silver plater for Laserburn to use. Even entirely apart from the stadium, he could hear the boos and the mocking. The narrators maddened by the chance of hosting the second-coming of Fantasy Stars Legends most humiliating match.
Last time, when the chocker rose from behind Laserburn’s castle, Kramen had jumped to his death in resigned embarrassment. Not this time, though. This time he would stand tall as the titan approached.
“Kramen! Kramen!” Gurm’s pleads fell on deaf ears.
At the very least the audience had not given up on him. His multiplier was still high. Carol was still doing her part to control his slip.
He just wondered if t
