Half an hour later—
WhooshWhoosh
The sound of rushing air echoed through the cavern as Wade and Malik entered one after the other, their boots crunching lightly against the stone floor. Both men stood tall before Robin and offered him a crisp, respectful military salute.
Yet, as discipline gave way to curiosity, their gazes drifted toward the girl sitting quietly at the edge of the cavern. She looked no more than fifteen, her small frame wrapped in tattered clothes, her skin and hair stained with dried blood. Despite her ragged appearance, there was an undeniable improvement compared to the state she had been in when they had left. At least now, she no longer required the support of the triple array to stay alive. Even beaten and frail, she radiated a faint aura that made them instinctively wary.
"Good." Robin clapped his hands once, the sound echoing against the cavern walls, and rose slowly to his feet. "I've been waiting for you both."
