Calien's voice broke the heavy silence with an eagerness that seemed to fill the entire watchroom.
"Sir," he said, trying to keep it casual but failing to hide the tension in his tone, "can we try doing it together this time? Like… multiplayer?"
Nolan looked at him with a passive expression, sipping from his mug with half-lidded eyes, then slowly tilted his head as though considering the request with great seriousness.
"Hmmm," he said. "Alright. Do it."
The moment the words left his mouth, Nolan turned away slightly, his lips twitching into a grin so subtle it almost didn't exist. But inside his mind, he was laughing. No—cackling with all his heart.
Heh… they think multiplayer makes it easier? Fools. They don't even realize it makes things ten times harder. Not just because of enemy AI scaling, but the coordination—the pressure, the chaos of friendly fire, aggro stealing, bad positioning. A mess.
But he didn't need to say any of that. They'd learn soon enough.
