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that matter. In fact, she wasn’t able to feel anything aside from a strange feeling of calmness spreading from her neck across her entire body. Shewas vaguely aware of Cassandrix falling to the ground beside her. As the world around her started to blur, Kat’s fading eyes caught the image of a player dressed as a Spider drawing back a glowing hand right before she finally passed out.

CHAPTER 5 THE RETURN OF THE VOICE
    T he white rectangle that was the moon shone bright in the sky, casting a cool glow down onto the ocean below. The vast expanse of water stretched out as far as the eye could see, only being dotted by a few lonely islands far off in the distance. At the surface, the ocean was totally flat, except for one living being swimming forward, creating a slight rippling around him.
    Leonidas was totally exhausted. He had been swimming for days on end, through the seemingly endless brine. The few islands that he had found to rest on throughout his journey had been barren. They held no trees with which he could construct a boat, and only one of them had any food on it, a single cow that Leonidas had killed with his bare hands, desperate and starving for food (he had been so delirious with hunger that he had forgotten that he still had an iron sword on hand). The little bit of rations that he’d had when he’d left Fungarus had nearly depleted, and Leonidas had no idea when his next meal would come.
    There was one particular food item, though, that Leonidas had held on to since he had left Nocturia more than a week ago. Although he knew that the golden apple would fill him, and make him feel much better as well, he refused to eat it. He was saving it for . . . avery particular occasion. It was so important that Leonidas’s mind had stopped classifying it as food, and rather as a tool. As food swam to the forefront of his mind now, he didn’t pay the golden apple in his inventory a lick of thought.
    Leonidas was so exhausted, and so miserable, that he had half a mind to simply stop, to allow himself to sink underwater, and wait until his oxygen ran out and he drowned to death. However, Leonidas knew that he couldn’t do that. He had been working for the forces of evil for far too long in Elementia to leave now. He had to redeem himself before he could leave Elementia with any degree of integrity. And so, Leonidas forced himself to paddle onward, closer and closer to the Elementia mainland, praying that it would come into sight soon.
    Leonidas wondered what was happening within the Noctem Alliance right now. He knew that, with Caesar dead and he himself deserting, the Noctem Alliance was short a chancellor and a general. If Leonidas had to guess, he would say that since Blackraven had officially revealed himself as a traitor to Elementia, he would take over Caesar’s role as chancellor. As for the general . . . Leonidas clenched his teeth as he realized that Drake had almost certainly taken over his position. He couldn’t wait for the day when he would finally get to face that self-righteous little brat again.
    Leonidas paused for a moment to catch his breath,treading water and focusing as hard as he could on conserving energy. There was still no island in sight, and he would likely be swimming through the night until he found one. After he had caught his breath, Leonidas was about to continue swimming when he heard a faint noise behind him. He soon realized with a start that it was the sound of a wooden boat cutting through water, and it was growing louder and louder.
    Leonidas glanced behind him and saw, far off in the distance, a lone boat sailing straight toward him. As he squinted at it, Leonidas could barely make out a figure, unidentifiable at this distance, clad entirely in black leather armor.
    A grin crossed Leonidas’s face. It was a Noctem Alliance boat, surely out in the ocean to try to find him. Leonidas hastily took a deep breath and ducked his head underwater. He hoped