"We only have three days left," Caros said, stretching his arms over his head.
His gaze drifted lazily over the tree canopy, golden rays piercing through the leaves. "And from the looks of it, we could be in the top fifty already."
John stood still, eyes locked on thin air.
A quiet wind passed between them as he stared into the void, the recent memories of combat and death still vivid in his mind.
Caros turned his head and raised a brow. "Oi. You still with me?"
John blinked, quickly dismissing his System Panel, then turned to face him. "Yeah... I'm just thinking about those people. Those three."
His voice carried a weight that hadn't been there before, somber, thoughtful.
"They were so strong, Caros."
For a few seconds, Caros didn't respond. His usual smirk faded.
Instead, a seriousness overtook his features that John rarely saw.
"Strong? Yeah," Caros muttered. "They were Silentswords, after all."
