"We are… all too weak… if we don't become… stronger… we will… die…"
Paul's ominous words rang through the room, casting a shadow of fear over the group. The vagueness of his response only heightened the tension, leaving Mark feeling unsatisfied and even more anxious about their predicament.
"That's exactly why I need to get healed, Jackass! When I get stronger, then there will be nothing out there that could challenge me!"
"Yo-you…"
"Bailey… just give them the gold, we don't need it right now… Remember, you told me Noah is heading there right? He can definitely help us more than what we can buy here… arguing with them isn't worth it…" Suddenly, a small yet exhausted voice interrupted the group. Everyone turned to the fourth member of Bailey's group. Her clothes were dirty, but her face and hair appeared slightly cleaner than before.