Hearing Ainsworth's words, Dante and Rian agreed.
Just as Dante and Rian were about to jump down and join the group outside, Ainsworth raised a hand, stopping them.
"Wait."
The two froze mid-motion and turned to look at him, confused.
"What's wrong?" Rian asked.
Ainsworth's smirk deepened, his golden eyes gleaming with eerie conviction. "We can't just barge in like common survivors. That might work for others, but not for us—not for me."
He stepped away from the window, clasping his hands behind his back as he spoke with the weight of a prophet delivering a revelation.
"I'm not approaching them as another struggler in the apocalypse," Ainsworth said. "I'm descending upon them as a savior. A divine being. The one who holds the answers they've never asked and the salvation they never knew they needed."
Dante raised an eyebrow. "So… what's the plan then?"
Ainsworth turned toward them, eyes gleaming with ambition. "We enter not as equals. We descend as divinity."
