Chương 569: On the Seventh Day

The three Lost seemed to be in a better shape than they had been the day before — their armor was cleaned, and their wounds were properly tended to. However, somehow, they looked worse to wear. Their faces were paler, their movements were full of tension, and there was a strange darkness hiding in their eyes.

Only the sentinel who had spoken to Sunny before was the same. If anything, his cold resolve seemed to have grown stronger… as did his silent hostility. Without saying a word, he threw the tubes of syntpaste into the cage, then pointed at the waterskin laying on the floor near Cassie.

Sunny tossed the empty waterskin out, and received a new one in return.

"Sir! Can you please tell us what is going on? Where is your, uh... fourth friend? Did something happen?"

The sentinel stared at him with a heavy, grim expression. When he answered, his voice was steady and even:

"Don't speak unless spoken to."