FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Delicious Meal

Leo watched the scene, slowly taking in everything. Draven moved fast, picking up his things that were abandoned on the ground. There were broken bits of arrows, the bent shape of the bow, bits of shattered stones that Draven had worked with, the upturned rocks that lay about.

“Was this where you did your training?” Leo asked.

“Yeah,” Draven replied. "But the Master is not around.”

“He’s not around?”

“He’s gone. I don’t know where he’s gone to; probably back to where he came from.”

“And where did he come from?”

“I told you it was a virtual trainer, Leo. Where else would he have come from?”

Leo smiled, but the smile disappeared as soon as he saw Draven’s sword lying against the bark of a tree. Draven picked it up and sheathed it, then hung it by his side.

“Whoa!” Leo exclaimed. “That’s one big weapon. And it looks quite sharp!”

“It is sharp.” Draven motioned to the broken wood and stones and rocks about. “How did you think I was able to break all this rock hard stuff?”

Leo managed to r