A high level monster appeared out of the tree line and slashed at Randal, Glade's horse. Startled, Randal whinnied and kicked back, but Glade had been experienced enough to stay on the saddle. He unsheathed his sword to parry any blows that were coming to him, and he started channeling his Lightning Ball spell. The monster, which could clearly be seen as a wraith, took another shot at Glade. Finishing the channel, he held the ball of lightning in his left hand and quickly brought up his right hand with the sword to parry the attack. The blow was directed away from Glade's body and gave him a large enough window to attack. Grunting, he fired off the spell at the wraith and since it was leveled up enough, the ball did a significant amount of damage. From behind Glade, a battle cry could be heard and a warrior charged at the wraith with a broadsword. One mighty swing of the sword brought an end to the wraith. It let out a ghastly moan and shattered into experience orbs. Since Glade and the warrior, John, were in a party, the EXP was split between the two. Glade lit up in a blue glow, signaling that he leveled up to level 87. He was three levels to the cap of 90. The player, who called himself Wizzard, was online and controlled Glade almost every day.<br/><br/>He did not mind, nor did every other character in the game. They were created by these players and controlled by them. If the player logged off or left, the character would go into a sort of sleeping state. To everyone else, they would just disappear until the player logged back on. Players were referred to by usernames and could talk to one another by using their character's voice via a chat box. Glade's player, Wizzard, and John's player, SonicJohn, knew each other in the real world, a place that their characters could not understand fully.<br/><br/>"Good job, John," nodded Glade. "The wraith was pretty easy, but I might have been in trouble if I didn't have you as a front line." John thanked him, and his player had to log off. Within a few seconds, John disappeared and it was just Glade and Wizzard of the real world. Checking his gold count, Glade realized he could buy the mage robe he had been saving up for. As they approached the nearest town, Wizzard logged himself off. Glade would have to wait another day. His vision began to fade as he headed off into sleep.