'He's not saying anything. Why isn't he saying anything?'
Eli's eyes darted to Kairo's stoic face, then back to the mutated ogre still standing like a grotesque statue in the distance—watching them, breathing heavy, clubs twitching with residual tension.
But unmoving.
Behind it, the source of the unholy resonance continued to bellow.
The boss ogre's roar hadn't stopped since it started. Constant. Deep. Pulsing like a storm caught in its throat.
It made Eli's skin crawl.
He instinctively flicked his gaze to the upper edge of his vision—hoping, pleading for some sign of the system.
A notification. A warning. Anything.
Nothing.
Not even the familiar flicker of a failed boot-up.
'Even if it did show up, what would it even say? "Good luck lol"? Useless thing…'
But beneath the sarcasm was a growing knot in Eli's chest.
'We're running out of time.'
He could feel it.
The tension in the air was thick. Kairo's chest rose and fell beneath him—not fast, but deeper now.
