I started to make my way toward Domos Haidou, the eerie structure standing on the horizon like a dark silhouette against a starlit sky. Agnos, Dr. Philippe, and Eldrin were all standing nearby, watching with encouraging expressions.
"Go on, Carl," Agnos said with a sly smile, nudging me forward. "Time to show them what you're made of."
I took a hesitant step forward, my heart racing a little faster with each passing moment. And as I did, I realized—wait, they weren't coming with me.
I turned around and saw the three of them standing there, waving at me.
Dr. Philippe gave me a nod and a thumbs-up, his face hidden behind his usual air of serious professionalism. Eldrin, ever the enthusiastic one, shouted, "Good luck, Carl! Don't forget to win!" His words echoed in my ears, but it did little to calm the gnawing feeling in my gut.
Agnos, with his trademark sly grin, added, "Break a leg, Carl."
