Nico flew low over the forest canopy, cloak fluttering in the morning air as trees blurred beneath him. Though his expression was calm, but on the inside, he wondered what the hell possessed him to call that mess a plan.
It had been hours since he'd laid out his plan.
Hours since he lied out loud with a straight face and enough confidence that even he almost believed it.
And in accordance with that plan, they'd split up.
Nom-Nom was currently barreling through the north-east of the forest.
X-97 had gone south-east.
And Nico himself headed straight east into a whole lot of green and absolutely nothing resembling civilization.
The goal was simple: Find people and get intel, or better yet, a city.
He could keep in touch with Nom-Nom through their Familiar Bond and track her location using the System's map.
X-97 was a little trickier.
