After a full day—four and a half days had passed since they first set foot on the Planet of the Specter Valley.
Malek inched forward with deliberate care, his boots scraping against the rough stone as he approached the edge of a colossal cliff. His voice was hushed, almost only moving his lips. "This is the last one."
"Tsk, tsk~" Wade, who had joined them again not long ago, followed in quiet steps, tiptoeing as though afraid the very ground might betray them. His eyes widened as he peered downward. "Has it… gotten bigger? This is going to be a brutal day." He cast a sidelong glance toward Robin, whispering with tension in his voice, "Do you want us to scatter a few of them, your majesty? Maybe… three-quarters?"
"..." Robin said nothing at first. With a faint creak of his wheelchair, he rolled forward, his gaze sharp and deliberate. He stared downward, surveying what lay beneath—the largest herd they had uncovered yet in this quarter of the planet.
