As soon as the golf cart arrived, Reeve gently helped Duke into a sitting position.
Duke's eyes were closed, his breathing shallow, but despite his exhaustion, he still clutched his spear tightly in his hand—already asleep.
After carefully settling him into the cart and making sure he'd be taken to the western wall, Reeve nodded at the driver.
"Take good care of the Vice City Lord," Reeve instructed, his voice firm but full of concern. "Make sure he gets the rest he needs."
Reeve watched as the golf cart carrying Duke slowly disappeared into the distance before climbing back onto the wall.
Clyde had taken over Duke's position, now commanding the rest of the team. Reeve stood beside him, and as their combined presence resonated, their 'Talent' and 'Gift' activated, creating a group synergy that enhanced everyone's strength.
The moment this energy surged through the team, a profound shift took place.