A cough from the side saved him, as usual, from NukEncore's natural charm.
Chaosgraphy sat with one leg folded beneath her, her damp white hair clinging to her shoulders. She looked calmer than before. Some frustration still lingered in her eyes after the loss, but it no longer felt sharp.
Kill Clause sat quietly nearby, already staring at invisible windows as if the celebration had become another dataset.
Crimson Halo, meanwhile, tried to maintain her usual elegance despite the cramped shell and the water dripping from her clothes. She sat near the edge, careful and graceful, though Ao Tenshin's occasional sway forced her to place one hand down for balance.
After looking at them all, Martin finally remembered the news burning a hole in his chest.
"Guys, the leader of Just Die reached out to me. She offered me $100,000 for Raze Dawg's sword. We're taking the offer, right? That's $20,000 per person! Awesome, right?!"
