The morning sun pierced through the tower's panoramic windows, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor.
It was a quiet place.
No heroes. No soldiers. No villains. Just the wind, and two versions of the same soul.
Solarius stood by the edge, arms behind his back. The golden on his chest shimmered faintly in the light, like a beacon of hope or a carefully manufactured lie.
Tyler sat slouched on a broken pillar, hoodie half-zipped, a bag of potato chips in hand.
"So..." Solarius began without turning. "How's the day progressing?"
Tyler chewed slowly, eyes distant.
"Well..." he said, crunching louder. "Crow's side is getting stronger. His team... they're adapting faster than I expected."
Solarius nodded slightly. "I see."
Silence.
"Are you okay?" he finally asked, voice softer this time.
Tyler blinked. Looked at him.
"Me? Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
