"I'm aware," Thomas said firmly, meeting Greg's gaze. His voice held no hesitation. Betrayal was never a thought that crossed his mind—not even once.
Though he rarely admitted such things out loud, Thomas had grown attached to this group. They were rough around the edges, a strange mix of personalities, yet somehow, they felt more like family than the one he was born into. There was a warmth, an unspoken loyalty, and a kind of chaotic unity among them that made him feel... accepted.
"That's decided then," Greg nodded. He swept his eyes across the gathering, the faint glint in his expression betraying the weight he carried. "With nothing more to say, I hope you all get some rest. We'll be creating a guild tomorrow—a floating island of our own, one that'll serve as our fortress within Apocalypse. From this point forward, our goal is domination—both in this world and the one we came from."
