"That's the one you really need to watch out for," Eirik replied, his grin fading into something more serious.
Alex nodded, the weight of the morning settling back over him. "Let's stay sharp. This silence might just be the calm before the storm."
"Aye aye," Eirik replied, his tone lighthearted as he gave a playful salute.
Just then, Jian Gang approached, settling down near the campfire. The flickering flames reflected off his dragon-scale gloves, casting an almost otherworldly glow. "Morning, you guys," he greeted, his voice steady but carrying a hint of tension.
"Oh, Supreme Warrior, morning," Eirik said with a grin, raising his mug in a casual salute.
Alex nodded to him in acknowledgment, his sharp eyes noting the slight furrow in Jian Gang's brow.
Jian Gang broke the brief silence. "I have a bad instinct about this war," he said suddenly, his voice heavy with unease.
