"Isolde. It's nice to see you here." Ren's expression softened a little. He had been hoping to see someone else… but finding a friend in this horrifying chamber was still a welcome relief.
"Yeah, you too!" Isolde said, slightly breathless. "I mean—not that I underestimated you. Actually, I knew you'd make it!" Her voice was a mix of raspy confidence and high-pitched relief. She genuinely looked happy to see him.
Ren didn't think anything was strange about her tone. To him, it simply mirrored what he felt—comfort in finding a familiar ally amidst the chaos.
"Where's the rest of your group?" Isolde asked.
"Ragnar and Leonel are already dead," Ren answered, his tone calm despite the grim news. "Evie is somewhere in another room." He didn't need proof. He simply knew she was still alive.
"How about you? Where's the rest of Guns and Knives?"
