Rover silently looked at John.
The fog still quietly swirled around the small ring of light created by the lanterns planted in the ground. The pale yellow light covered John's face, making his familiar cheerful smile a little more hazy.
This man had just said a great deal.
The dead zone. Level 6 being the ceiling of a cage. Lamp-Bearers also not being entirely free. If they stayed too long, they would rot, lose themselves, then become something belonging to this area.
That information was very valuable.
But Rover didn't trust him because of it.
The higher the value of information, the greater the hidden price behind it usually was. This was a rule Rover had learned very early, not even requiring the Endless Game to understand.
John looked at Rover's gaze, seemingly guessing what he was thinking. He breathed out a sigh, then smiled and said: "Don't look at me like that. I know I just said quite a few frightening things, but at least I'm trying to be honest with you."
