Moon arrived inside the safe area, putting solid distance between himself and the contracting boundary. He was clear of the Zone for the moment.
'It'll start moving again soon. I can't get comfortable.'
His thoughts were interrupted by the sharp sound of clashing weapons and the crackle of spells being exchanged to the south.
"Fighting has already begun, huh?"
Most people would have turned away from active combat.
Less risk, less attention, less chance of being drawn into someone else's mess.
To Moon, a fight in progress meant exhausted competitors, divided attention, and points changing hands. There was opportunity in the chaos if he knew how to spot it.
He moved toward the source of the noise.
The clearing he found was already a battlefield. Ten Evolvers were locked in a chaotic free-for-all, the fighting spread across the open ground in changing clusters.
