After walking for a long time, they got tired, there was no concept of day and night here and they didn't know for how long they were going towards their destination. Later, when all of them were tired, they decided to rest for the time being while watching out for any danger, as nothing there could be trusted. “Damn, I am beat.” Tristan muttered, rubbing his shoulder, enhancing his arrest by his action. “Me too. How’s your arm doing?” Randall asked, turning to Zen who was trying to move his arm properly, which had almost recovered. “Hmm. Fine.” He hummed, taking off the bandage finally. “Did you remember when we broke Zen’s arm?” Tristan asked, curling his lips upward from one side, recalling an old memory. “Oh, that? You guys were horrible.” Zen growled, glaring at them but they chuckled at his reaction. “It's not our fault you couldn’t fight.” They both shrugged, ignoring but he gasped at their response. “Couldn’t fight? You guys ambushed me.” He recalled how they ambushed
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