All fifteen skeleton warriors froze.
Then—slowly, unnervingly—they began to turn their heads.
One by one. Creaking. Suspicious.
Each locked their hollow gaze on the nearest comrade.
Laxin's voice cracked like a collapsing budget plan.
"It… it just made them suspicious by saying one word—?!"
Aria was practically gnawing her own sleeve in excitement.
"Ohhh, yes. Watch it dismantle trust like a spreadsheet."
The first skeleton jabbed a fingerbone at the one beside it.
That one gasped silently, clutching its own chestplate like how dare you.
A third nodded like, honestly yeah, you look like a betrayer, and instantly drew its scythe.
Vex tilted its head innocently.
Then conjured tiny flickering ghost-voices that hissed in the arena air like malicious office gossip:
"Did you hear what they said about your ribcage?"
"They want your corner crypt."
"They called your femur… fragile."
The tension detonated.
