Server Lost

『Arrival』

"Hey uh... Sephir, is this normal?" Ritorureddo called out to the Seraphim in front of the Party of Four, pointing to the text chat with two big words 'Server Lost' spelled out over it.

Slowly coming to a Halt, Sephir yawned as his head turned side to side, looking around the Dungeon lobby they had been walking into. "Where'd everyone go?"

"Eh...? Were you on autopilot again? Stop sleeping in-game!" Muttered Kyōkotora, pinching the bridge of their nose, only to open their eyes wide filled with shock. "I can feel my face!?"

Sephir raised a brow calmly, looking to Ritorureddo before opening his own interface, only for it to vanish immediately. "Tch, That's not right..."

"Guys! I can't log out!" Bakkuhako shrieked and threw his hands in the air, planting them on his head, frantically freaking out as much as a skeleton mage possibly could.

"Neither can I!" Ritorureddo bleated as she grasped at her forehead.

"The Hub just disappeared...What the heck is this...?" Glancing back to the door, a blinding blue light flashed through the Lobby, a strange subtle warmth surrounding all of them.

The air was brisk, cold, in contrast to the warmth they had felt.

The light had faded and their surroundings had hardly changed. Except for the lighting, the texture.

At first one could only believe that it was some sort of update to the game. The sensor information they were receiving, was as if they were standing in a real world environment.

Jack stepped forward towards the crevice in the wall, peering out towards the moonlight.

A chill, an unnatural chill, ran down his spine. The world was far more natural than the digital one they had once resided. The sky had depth, as if one could surpass it. It was heavenly, something he had never seen before in the life he had lived.

For the first time in the game, his mouth salivated with curiosity.

Yet all these emotions, were hardly there. His face bared no expression, only shining blue orbs as cold as a reflection seen only in ice.

The barrier which divided them from the outside, was frigid to the touch. The blackened fabric of his gloves stuck to the surface before he retracted his hand.

"Sephir!" Ritorureddo, a small fun-sized moon elf wearing a set of light iron plate armor over a set of silver and blue patterned robes with ocean foam colored thread trim, shouted aloud. On top of that however is what gives her name purpose, the red hooded mantle she wears on her head.

She seemed to be one of those moe gamers, who make their characters absurdly cute. He's met plenty like them, most of them were perverted men or manipulative women who wanted an in-game boyfriend that would give them tons of gear, money and items without working for it.

She had this heart shaped face and shiny white arctic hair that reflected the light of the room.

At least one of her primary classes had to have been Battle Mage, he was sure.

"Hm!?" Jack snapped to, turning his head to look at the teeny person, noting their red hood had been pulled down to reveal a saintly pale face with emerald eyes. His eyes traced over the freckles and the details which had been lacking before this event.

"I've been calling your name forever now!" She stomped a foot down on the altar's block like a brat, causing her whole petite body to bounce, glaring up at him with the entitlement of a royal.

His eyes narrowed on her short little pointed ears.

"Are you even listening, Mister Sleeping Chaperone!?"

Taking in a deep breath, he huffed sharply, reaching forward and grasping her long white arctic hair and tugged her into the air off her feet.

"Ow! Put me down! That hurts!" Her feet kicked around, but they weren't long enough to even connect with his chest plate.