"They're finally gone, Vassago," Thirteen said as he lightly patted the Pocopoco's head. "Thanks for the hard work."
"Mmm." The Pocopoco hummed, not shying away from the boy's touch and praise. "But, Zion, when will you recover your vision?"
"If I rest properly, it will return in three to four days," Thirteen replied. "At least, that is my estimate. I pushed myself a bit too much during the battle."
"I see." Vassago nodded. "There is something else that I forgot to tell you earlier. Your hunch was right. They have managed to slip through the cracks."
The boy frowned after hearing Vassago's report.
"How many?" Thirteen inquired. "And how close are they to our location?"
"Four, and they are at least five miles away," Vassago replied. "But since Tigerkins have superhuman senses and instincts, I'm sure they already sensed that something might be happening here in the Furvus Grasslands. There's a high possibility that they will investigate."
