Seth traced his way back to the dungeon entrance, the cold night air nipping at his face as he walked.
The sky was shrouded in darkness, the stars faintly flickering like dying embers, a night either for quiet surrender or hard-won triumph.
The weight of what lay ahead pressed against his thoughts, but Seth's voice broke the silence.
"Zera, be honest. If I go in there right now, what are my chances?"
Zera responded promptly, her tone both optimistic and calculated, a perfect mixture of assurance and caution.
[Fifty-fifty,] she said.
[That's solely because I'm here to assist you, and you're carrying that parasite.]
Seth raised an eyebrow.
"Fifty-fifty? Sounds like you're giving yourself a lot of credit."
[Undoubtedly,] Zera replied, her tone cool yet amused.
