[The Fourth Trial] [Day- 8]
"So, how do we go to the next star stage?" Mask inquired.
The others were ready to move at any moment. They packed enough provisions for to last few months.
"We don't have to go anywhere... Since we don't know what weird traps they laid for us," Lucas said after a long yawn. He was still sleepy, and the breeze was cool and fresh enough to make him more sleepy.
"Wait, then we have to wait here? We have been here for seven days now, and there was no sign of any attack," Liam said in a curious tone while scratching his head.
"He is right... We haven't seen anyone other than us in this area, but you have a plan, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have given us those destructive weapons," Fiona said, pointing towards Liam's custom-made sniper rifle.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!