Vexi was beyond excited when the fortress's four walls finally came into view. To him, those high, formidable shimmering barriers weren't just architecture, they were a promise of safety. "Look at that, Moon! We're actually going to make it!" he chirped, his voice cracking with a mix of exhaustion and pure, unadulterated joy. "I can practically taste the clean water and a bed that doesn't have mutated insects in it. As long as our friends are still breathing, they can also be saved." He had long given up any thought of conquering the fortress.
They didn't have an army anymore. What could two people accomplish? All he hoped for was to be accepted into the base and finally have a safe home.
He walked with more vigor, as the pain in his legs had gone down. Their wounds were healing surprisingly fast, but that was mostly because Moon had found some mutated herbs in a bush. She had applied them to their injuries with a grim efficiency.
