Hours passed, and the absence of the last two recruits became an undeniable reality.
Elio gathered everyone, his face somber. Ice Ball, his penguin, stood at his feet, its usual playful demeanor subdued.
"Comrades," he began, his voice resonating in the tunnel. "Today we celebrate the arrival of 38 new members to our team for a grand total of 62. Their bravery and determination bring us one step closer to our goal."
He paused, his eyes scanning the faces of all present.
"But we must also remember those who didn't make it here. Two of our companions didn't complete the journey. Their sacrifice will not be in vain. For them, we must press on. Every meter we advance is a tribute to their memory."
A solemn silence fell over the group, each person processing Elio's words in their own way.
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