Ghosts of the Past    

Cloud?!

"No way . . . ," Travis muttered under his breath, his mind racing.

There was no way a player could change their appearance once they arrived here—unless they had some powerful relic or ancient spell that could do so.

Even if Horizon was somehow Cloud in disguise, how could he possibly deflect Ironfist's attack? Ironfist's stats were in the 300-400 range, while Cloud, last Travis checked, was still a newbie like him with stats barely breaching 100.

"Travis, what's got you distracted?" Grimm's voice cut through his thoughts like a blade. "We need to hit the restaurant before the other guilds claim all the seats. While they're caught up in that mess, we've got the perfect window. Let's move."

Travis forced a smile, shaking off his suspicion. "Yes, sir! Coming!" He cast one last glance toward Horizon before jogging over to join his guild.