The Longest Gate

Arrowyy found a new gate and, naturally, it had already become a lesson in waiting. The ward claimed twelve thousand souls stood ahead of him, yet offered twenty-six minutes as if arithmetic were merely a polite suggestion.

Meho met this not with surprise but old campaign knowledge. She remembered a realm so reliably clogged that they renamed it Queue World, where two hours of patient humiliation was apparently the price of admission. Summoneyy wished him luck, which was mercifully brief.

Meho also posted a wide-eyed cat breathing itself into a crisis. An accurate herald for the occasion. Arrowyy’s little round-mouthed alarm did the rest.