KIN knew that Gaiden would ask about it. He stared at the green liquid in his glass.
It was beer. Cara invented and made that. For now, it was impossible to turn its color to the real golden one but it tasted just like a real beer with the same effects.
“They were finally making a move to stop the hunters.”
Gaiden scoffed. “After all this time! A lot of players like us died in the hands of the Wicked Hunters already.”
“Alto submitted a letter of concern about them two years ago, but the GM did not respond to it and completely ignored us. Without their help to sort out this problem, we do not have much choice. We cannot just tell the Regular Players that we existed. We cannot tell them what we had been through all this time. You know who we are. And the “Game Gods” will just find a way
