Chapter 717

• "Just get here, Albert," Tedmond said, a playful glint returning to his tired eyes. "I think you’ve had enough bad news for one night. It’s time you had something worth seeing."
• "Understood, young master," Thomas chimed in, sounding breathless. "We were already on our way, actually. When the response pings stopped and we saw no movement from the Syndicate's heavy units, we figured you were either dead or winning. We chose to bet on winning. We're crossing the treeline now."
• Tedmond nodded to the empty air, a genuine smile breaking through his fatigue.