AINCRAD had fallen a month ago. Now all we had to do was make a cure. Kirito had confessed and was under RSA protection, recovering from his muscle atrophy. Ryan had sunken into a depression. In the past few months his hair had begun to go grey and his eyes seemed more dead. Kyla had left him, her whereabouts were still unknown. A soldier rushed into my office panting.
"SIR! We have an issue," He said crisply and worriedly.
"What?" I asked.
"New group, militant cultists worshipping and channelling eldritch powers," He said.
"Fuck," I said.
"They call themselves The Council," He said.
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Rising
Science FictionThis universe is under threat again from incomprehensible forces.
