Two hours felt like two minutes, but Zenith knew the reality. They were deep within the Red Zone, yet the atmosphere was unsettlingly calm. The group of five—Advika, Xing, Katherine, Adonis, and Phoenix—walked with an unnerving casualness, chatting and laughing as if on a leisurely park stroll, not traversing territory crawling with dangerous monsters. Zenith, the seasoned military commander, felt a knot of confusion tighten in her stomach.
Her eyes darted from the crumbling ruins of what was once a street on the right to the dense, overgrown forest on the left.
Where were the roars? The growls? The signs of a fight for survival that defined this zone?
"Em... Advika," Zenith began, her voice a little louder than a whisper, "I've been meaning to ask, why did you spare Lincoln and hand him over to the military?"
