Chapter 54: Confusion
[ Zetens 30/100 ]
The room on the second floor was dimly lit, with only the flicker of light from a makeshift lantern that Nely had crafted. The group sat scattered across the room, Atlas was below guarding the door, Ned above watching the top floor, while the rest were left to... pass the time.
Ezra and Liam were wolfing down fish they'd caught earlier, plates courtesy of Nely's abilities.
Elijah glanced at Nely. "Hey, Nely... right?" he mumbled, grinning lazily, "make me a pillow, will you?"
Nely didn't even look up from her plate. "No."
Elijah tilted his head, feigning offense. "No? Why not?"
"Because you have arms. Fold them. Problem solved."
Elijah groaned dramatically. "Ugh. You're so cold. I thought we were friends."
"We might be, but let's try to survive this trial first," Nely smiled.
Dune, meanwhile, sat on the floor, legs crossed, staring blankly at the wall. His mind was far away, focused on their next move. The Trial was nearing its end, and with each passing hour, the island seemed to grow more unstable.
"You have to clean your plate," Liam said, jabbing a finger at Ezra's barely finished meal. "If you don't, your wife's gonna be ugly. Everyone knows that."