Grey froze in disbelief as his gaze landed on Apollo and Isaac, casually sitting at a table, playing cards like they were on vacation. His mind struggled to process what he was seeing. They looked completely unharmed.
While Grey had been risking his life, navigating deadly trials, and even worrying about them—well, more about Isaac than Apollo—they'd been… playing cards?
He let out an exasperated sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. Looks like my worries were misplaced.
Shaking his head, Grey strode toward the table, each step echoing his mix of relief and irritation. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed his arms, watching their game unfold.
"Wow..." Grey said, his tone thick with sarcasm. "So, I'm guessing you two decided to skip out on the trial entirely?"
Apollo casually tossed down a card with a smirk. "Well, I didn't. He did."