A ship sliced through the wasteland, engines humming softly in the thick air as it cut through the oppressive darkness.
Inside, the atmosphere was heavy, soaked in the aftertaste of the battle they'd just barely survived. Ash, Kael, and Max sat in silence, their bodies aching, eyes tired from the brutal fight.
Across from them sat the woman and the ice user, an invisible tension stretching between them. A young man with blonde hair fixed his eyes on Kael, amusement flickering in his gaze.
The woman broke the silence, her voice sharp, cutting through the quiet.
"You really lost control out there."
Her eyes turned to Max, narrowing.
"And i still don't understand how you survived that."
Max wiped the last of the worm blood from his face, tossing the towel aside. He shrugged, casual as ever.
"Had salt on me. Worm swallowed me, but didn't finish the job. Poured salt down its throat. Figured I'd get lucky."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
"Guess I am."
