"We can't let him fight alone! We need to go there and show our support to him! We can't let him face two thousand Bulltors alone!"
It had been barely half a day since John disappeared into the swirling purple fog, yet the atmosphere at the base had shifted from focus to a thick, suffocating anxiety. The four friends and the eleven Bulltor had gathered in a makeshift war council near the edge of the lake.
Cissel led the discussion, her voice sharp with a desperation she usually kept buried under layers of coldness. Yet today, something was different; she was way more worried over John than ever! She moved her eyes around the circle, challenging anyone to disagree.
"Don't tell me I'm the only one thinking about this," she paused, letting the silence hang for a moment before adding, "I know he specifically asked us to safeguard the base, collect the cores, and keep pushing back the fog, but look around, there is literally nothing out there right now that can threaten us!
