They looked utterly exhausted, but with enough fury and pride left to keep their backs straight. Kallan looked dirty, bruised, and angry in a way that made the sweat on his skin seem secondary to the hatred in his face. Cecil and the others were just as worn down, though they carried themselves with the bitter confidence of people who had suffered too much to back down now.
Kallan's eyes immediately locked onto Lancet. "You really think we're going to let you get the Boss kill and claim the artifact?" he snapped. "No fucking way."
Lancet smiled faintly. "Thunderboy, you made it!" he said with a mocking tone. "I've got to say, your trick back there was pretty smart."
Kallan's brows pinched together slightly. "What trick?"
"The vines," Lancet said, shrugging casually. "Separating us so we'd waste time. It was a good move."
Kallan's eyes widened a fraction. "You knew?"
Kasto blinked and looked between them. "Wait. That was them?"
