Dune, Atlas, and Lace stood in stunned silence, grappling with the giant's unexpected declaration.
The air was thick with tension. Dune, his brow furrowed in confusion, glanced between Atlas and Lace. "Subjects of Zet? What did he mean by that?"
Lace, his face pale and eyes wide with terror, blurted out, "I'm not related to Zet! Please don't eat me!"
The giant, seated imposingly before them, seemed almost amused. "I know you're not," he said calmly.
"I'm merely intrigued. It's a rarity to encounter Zetens within the Neba trials.
I must say, I'm impressed. Tell me, how did you two manage to slip into this place?"
Lace's hands trembled, and he cast a fearful glance at his companions.
His voice was shaky as he muttered, "I've been in the presence of Zetens for two whole days? These two… I…"
Dune, still processing the situation, felt a surge of frustration. "What the hell… why would he say that?"
