Chapter 47: A Figure
"Good, then take it out. Actually, let’s get them inside first."
Blondie nodded. "I’ll take Flavia. You take Ben."
Without hesitation, he crouched and picked up the tangerine-haired woman, carrying her towards the cave’s entrance.
I just stood there for a second, mouth slightly open.
’Son of a... you expect me to carry this giant?’
I turned to Ben’s unconscious form, lying sprawled out on the ground like a collapsed wall of muscle. His breathing was slow but steady, face smeared with blood and dirt from the earlier beating.
I clicked my tongue.
"Man... fuck you," I muttered under my breath as I crouched down.
Lifting him was surprisingly easier than expected. I had assumed he’d weigh as much as a boulder, but something about his build—maybe his aether composition—made him lighter than his sheer size suggested.
’Still heavy as hell, though.’
Grumbling, I trudged toward the cave, following Blondie’s lead.
