Miami, U.S.A…
The sun hung low over the crystalline waters of Club Echelon's private vacation villa, casting golden glints across the infinity pool that overlooked the vast, cloud-brushed sky of the Avatara Isles.
The villa like was extravagantly modern; sleek marble flooring, sound-reactive lighting, and zero-gravity lounge pods but right now, it was just home to tired champions enjoying the warm afterglow of conquest.
The 20-man team, now unofficial legends of the Grand Monastery clear, had claimed every square meter of the poolside.
Drinks clinked. Laughter echoed. Flip-flops were discarded with no regard for elegance.
Benjamin floated lazily on a giant inflatable duck, shades on, a mock cocktail in hand. "I swear to the gods of RNG," he said, gesturing with his plastic umbrella drink. "If Aria flexes that crit combo from Phase 4 one more time, I will drown myself in this pool and respawn out of shame".
