Circular Chamber ,
The three of them froze—eyes wide—as the familiar voice echoed through the dusty chamber.
From the corner, Zayne strolled out casually, brushing off a bit of sand from his shoulder. In one hand, he held a steaming slice of pizza; in the other, a chilled soda cup. He took a bite, utterly unbothered.
Lyria's lips parted in disbelief.
He took a direct hit from that golem and… he's perfectly fine?!
Daxon's thoughts mirrored hers, his grip on the sword tightening. That thing's attack could crush boulders… yet he's fine and he's eating?
Cassynne, however, had a very different question spinning in her mind. Where in the world did he even get pizza and soda in a ruin?!
Daxon forced an awkward smile, trying to ease the growing tension. "H-hey man… maybe we should talk this out, right?"
Zayne looked up mid-bite, his light purple eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips.
"Well," he said lightly, "we won't be getting time to talk."
