"But what were those three Iron Flux doing there?" MK inquired, his gaze unwavering as he referred to the trio that had been ruthlessly devoured by the Snile.
Pentaro, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and speculation, offered his perspective. "It might be possible that they were trying to run back home. We've witnessed instances of Iron Flux forsaking their solemn duties, driven by the relentless fear of impending death. The instinct for self-preservation can be a powerful force."
MK's eyes narrowed, suspicion growing as he turned his attention towards Silon, who stood among them. "I guess we have a potential deserter in our midst," he declared, a finger pointing directly at Silon.
The corner of Silon's lips curled into a sinister smile, betraying a certain audacity.
"Better dead later than sooner," Silon retorted, the words delivered with an eerie nonchalance, as if he had already made peace with the prospect of desertion.
