Xylas froze at Bravus's words. He stared, curious about what was going through the man's mind. But Bravus remained calm and cunning, his gaze fixed in one direction, void of expression.
Xylas followed his line of sight—and everything clicked the moment he saw where Bravus was looking. As if a silent understanding passed through them, the group nodded subtly, whispering among themselves with sly glances.
Beneath a tree, Clayton sat enjoying the shade, resting peacefully. Though he appeared relaxed, the mini skeletons around him remained on high alert.
Just when Clayton thought he could enjoy a moment of peace, a man began walking straight toward him. At first, Clayton assumed the man was headed elsewhere, but as he drew closer, it became clear—Clayton was his destination.
Seeing him approach, Clayton offered a small, silent gesture of greeting.
Xylas smiled warmly. "Hey, Brother Clayton. Everything alright?"
