Velna, Mira, and Tovik exchanged glances, brows furrowed.
Velna was the first to speak, voice even and skeptical. "What do you mean by strange, Captain?"
Tovik leaned forward, chewing on the last of his rations. "You talking about Curse from those ruins?"
Mira narrowed her eyes, her tone quiet but sharp. "You're not talking about ghosts, are you?"
Alex leaned back, resting on his elbows, staring up at the black canopy above them. "No, not ghosts. Not curses either."
He paused, eyes glinting faintly in the firelight.
"I mean the world itself," he said. "You ever feel like something's just… off? Like the sky's too perfect? Like the monsters show up at just the right time? Or how the system knows exactly what reward you want the moment you complete a mission?"
Tovik frowned. "That's just the gods, isn't it? Valkarion sees all, blah blah divine design. Typical church talk."
