Zera was fuming. She was starting to feel pissed at whoever had set the whole playback. It was an excellent animation, but Zera didn't need another boost for the other players to be more hostile towards them.
It didn't help their situation. And Zera had a feeling it was intended. She didn't even know how she should feel about that.
Pacing back and forth, Zera was unable to keep her cool now. It was just her and her team. They ate and showered as fast as they could, not wanting to have another repeat of what took place the other night.
Xenon and his friends weren't present, but another team might take their place. That wasn't a good sign.
Her thoughts were racing. To add, she was still mad about the image of her father, tied and looking like he had gone through hell to stay alive.
Zera sat on the floor, hiding her face in her hands. The tears were threateningly close to falling from her eyes. She didn't need any of them to see it—especially Nayowmi.
