11 chapter 11

The AI's voice revived itself. Aaron winced. He was sick of hearing that stupid voice. That emotionless voice that made his stomach feel like a pit, that taunted his fears. He wasn't ready for level six. And the truth was this game was messing with his mind, his heart, his existence. Aaron wished he could go back home. But he had already made his decision a long time ago. It was too late to turn back now.

A noise had been churned with the AI's voice, a specific kind of noise. The noise of a crowd.

Aaron slowly got up from the sandy ground he had been plopped down to by the game. Akilla and Alias arose as well, looking just as befuddled and weary as Aaron.

"Let's go!" the crowd shouted.

"Get the show movin Rayik!"

"Gret! Gret! Gret! Gret!" They chanted.