Arges took a minute to take a deep breath and gather himself. Right, okay. A Negaverse agent just came to try and convert or kill him, and they parted ways on… somewhat friendly terms. But what is the Negaverse and why are they so desperate for newcomers? He barely understood the power he had himself.

The knight powered down and began his trek back to the city, whipping out his phone and dialing the only person he knew he could talk to about all this.

“Hey Sa—“ he paused and looked around before continuing quietly, “Targoviste, what the hell is a Negaverse?” Straight to the point.

“T-This lady with a sword nearly killed me trying to get me to join them... I-I barely understand how I became a Page let alone that there are other factions.” He was a little freaked out to be honest, mostly by his lack of knowledge. How was he suppose to go about these encounters without having some sort of upperhand? But if ‘Viste didn’t know anything either, at least they can figure it out together.

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