Class Advancement (1)
A shimmering mist danced through the air like ethereal ribbons. It gracefully enveloped Ulysses, wrapping around him like a gentle embrace. Within mere moments, a wave of serenity washed over him, seeping into his very core.
As if under the spell of this mystical haze, he settled into his seat, the furrowed lines on his forehead smoothing out like a tranquil lake.
A mischievous glimmer danced in Dawn's eyes as she broke the silence, her voice carrying a playful undertone. "A simple thank you be nice."
"Thanks," Ulysses said, his voice tinged with gratitude, yet a lingering unease settled in the back of his mind, a subtle reminder of the game's influence on his psyche. Though thus far he hadn't experienced any tangible side effects, apart from the expected psychological impact that followed such a chaotic ordeal.