Asher rose to his feet with a quiet sigh, and without uttering a single word, he walked toward the entrance of the tent.
"Where are you going?" Finch asked from his bed. He lay sprawled out with relaxed ease, as though he were lounging at home rather than on a mission. But Asher, with one glance, could tell the boy's muscles were tense beneath the facade, coiled and ready for action at any moment.
"To get our mission back," Asher replied, not turning around. He stepped outside, his purple eyes meeting a wall of darkness, darkness that instantly receded before the effortless sweep of his Omni Perception. The shadows peeled away, allowing him to see as clearly as though day still lingered. Without hesitation, his gaze shifted toward the tents to the side, and he strode in their direction.
