Chapitre 120: Bandits, Seriously?

Arthur stood by the edge of the camp, adjusting the weight of his pack as the cool morning breeze brushed past. The black cube, now his responsibility, seemed heavier than it should have been, as if its sinister nature pressed down on him from within. The shadows of the early morning sun stretched across the courtyard, casting long, dark lines over the cobblestone ground where Momo's people busied themselves, getting ready for whatever came next.

Momo walked up slowly, her usual fiery demeanor tempered by a quiet, serious resolve. She glanced at Arthur's pack where the cube was stored, her eyes heavy with concern. "Are you sure you want to take it?" she asked, her voice low but filled with the weight of responsibility. "It's dangerous. We still don't know what it's fully capable of."