The place gradually fell silent.
Only the hollow sound of wind passing through unseen cracks echoed around them. The soft crackling of firewood mixed with the quiet breathing of four exhausted teenagers sitting in a stone chamber that felt too large and too empty.
All four of them were meditating.
Aliya, Bobby, and Lime were digesting the advice Ezra had given them. Each of them replayed their own fights in their minds, noticing mistakes they had overlooked before.
Ezra, however, was replaying his fight with Zack.
He sat still, eyes closed, hands resting on his knees.
The idea of using a variety of Novice-ranked guns was a good one. It really became a real problem for me, especially when he added the Big Four-Barrel Revolver.
He visualized the scene clearly.
The bullets, the clash, and the moment his dagger stopped being enough.
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The Big Four-Barrel Revolver.
The name explained almost everything.
