'This... tch...' Zephyr internally clicked his tongue, his gaze suddenly snapping over to Gladius.
When Zephyr's eyes met Gladius's, an icy sensation wracked his entire being. It felt as if a tremendous weight pressed down on his chest, the sharp edge of a cold blade pressed against his neck. Gladius's abyss-like black eyes seemed to peer into the very depths of his soul, leaving him paralyzed.
Gladius spoke in an indifferent tone, his words carrying an undercurrent of finality. "Calm down and let's keep walking, shall we? We're all here for a common purpose. It would be unwise to let personal feelings interfere with our mission."
Zephyr could only nod, forcing himself to regain his composure. "Right..."
His voice came out strained, a surge of genuine resentment beginning to overflow from the depths of his soul. His hands clenched involuntarily as he started walking again, struggling to process the sudden shift in group dynamics.
