Velna, Mira, and Tovik exchanged glances. Their brows were furrowed.
Velna spoke first. Her voice was even, but there was doubt in it.
"What do you mean by strange, Captain?"
Tovik leaned forward while he chewed the last of his rations. "You talking about a curse from those ruins?"
Mira narrowed her eyes. Her tone was quiet but sharp.
"You're not talking about ghosts, are you?"
Alex leaned back and rested on his elbows. He stared up at the black canopy above them.
"No, not ghosts. Not curses either."
He paused. The firelight caught his eyes and made them glint faintly.
"I mean the world itself," he said. "You ever feel like something's just off?
Like the sky is too perfect? Like the monsters show up at just the right time?
Or how the system knows exactly what reward you want the moment you complete a mission?"
Tovik frowned. "That's just the gods, isn't it?
Valkarion sees all, blah blah divine design. Typical church talk."
