Mors and Athena exchanged a brief glance, a silent agreement passing between them.
They boarded the ship, each step carrying the weight of their shared experiences and unanswered questions.
As the ship ascended, Athena looked out the window at the forest below, now a shrinking blur of green and gray. I never thought my first variety show would end up in tragedy.
Her thoughts swirled with everything they had endured, the infected beasts, the mysterious marks, and the looming threat of a core entity controlling the Zergs.
Mors sat beside her, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as he scanned the reports handed to him by a soldier.
"Once we land, I'll contact the lab. The samples and data we've gathered will need immediate analysis," he said without looking up.
Athena nodded, her gaze never leaving the window. "Do you think this is over?" she asked quietly.
